Nigel couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Jet on top of him—and not in a good way either. His eyes, blurring with blood, distorted Jet’s lovely features.
He awoke in a cold sweat. The rays of first morning’s light appeared in the room. The nurse forgot to close the blinds again—no matter. Nigel loved the sunshine. He observed how the rays came in and reflected on various pieces of equipment in the room, creating wonderful projections on the walls and curtains separating the hospital beds.
Nigel heard some commotion outside his room; it sounded like it was coming from the room next to his. Is Jet awake? Nigel carefully jumped out of bed, taking care not to pull the IVs that were held in place by medical tape. Nigel wheeled the unit carrying the IVs into the hallway. He felt a cool breeze across his backside as he made his way to Jet’s room.
Jet was eating breakfast from a tray; none of the food looked appetizing to Nigel. C’mon, who serves Jell-O for breakfast anyway?
Jet smiled as Nigel made his way over to her bedside. “How are you holding up?”
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Jet looked at Nigel’s bandages on his head. She was relieved that Nigel retained most of his facial features. During the incident, Nigel’s face was covered in blood, and it was difficult to determine how many wounds he had.
“I’ve been a whole lot better.” Nigel winced as she attempted to eat the Jell-O with a spoon in her good hand.
“I’m left-handed. I’m not sure if you knew.”
Nigel shook his head.
“Which makes it almost impossible to eat.”
Nigel shifted his IV unit around to her right side. He took her spoon and fed her using slow and deliberate motions.
“I’m being released today,” Jet said.
“Wow, that was quick.”
“Doctors treated my injuries as best as they can. My mother is supposed to pick me up any minute now. The nurse wants to make sure I eat everything first. Do you want something from my tray?”
Nigel’s nose crinkled. “No thanks.”
Jet laughed.
“We should discuss the attempt on our lives. I want to compare notes. Something is very wrong here,” Nigel said.
Jet gave Nigel a concerned look. “I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about it. I mean, I do…I just need more time.”
Nigel nodded. “I understand. Let’s plan to meet soon.”
“If I can,” Jet said.
What does that mean?
Before Nigel could process that thought, he was interrupted.
“Mr. Watson! I need for you to return to your room. Josephine’s mother is waiting at the nurses’ station. She doesn’t want to see a half-naked teenager.”
Nigel flushed.
Jet gigged.
“Pick this up later?” Nigel asked.
Jet nodded and gave him a smile.