Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 55 ~

A week had passed and Constance is still on the hospital bed. It surprised the both of us when the doctor told her that she needs to stay in the hospital for months until they're sure to monitor her heart beat. So, here we are, hanging out in the hospital room. Luckily, Mr. Montgomery requests to let us use the TV hanging on the other side of the wall from the hospital bed. The only sad thing about having a TV, both Constance and I aren't TV enthusiasts. Both of us have no idea what to watch and what are the best shows or movies to binge-watch.

"How about A Walk To Remember?" Her eyebrow raises at me while her hand is still holding the remote control.

"When I was a teen, I've literally replayed that movie over and over until I've memorized the entire script." I rest my elbow on her hospital bed and slowly lay my cheek on my open palm. "That was my favorite movie and book until I've decided to bore myself with it."

A light chuckle escapes from her mouth, "Did you legitimately memorized the entire script of the film?" I just shrug both my shoulders as I watch her look for something to watch on the TV. "Ooh, Ready Player One."

"That might be one of the movie adaptation I've loved more than its book version."

"I haven't read the book version of it, but I do love the movie adaptation." A grin forms on her face, and she keeps on scrolling around to find something to watch. "Do you really have no movie or TV show suggestions? I can't find something interesting here."

I mentally check if I have a stash of movie or TV show suggestions somewhere around my mind. Honestly, I don't quite remember even making a list of movie or TV show suggestions. A movie pops into mind. A movie that I've loved when I was a kid, "We can try to watch Caroline." Once I've said that suggestion, I just realized most of the movies I've watched are once based on a novel.

When Constance begins to use the search feature of Netflix, we both got excited when we see Caroline as one of the predictive search. But once Constance clicked on the predictive search suggestion, Caroline isn't in the listed movies. "Oh, what a liar." She huffs out. "Why the hell would Netflix give that predictive search when they don't even have the movie?"

I'm a bit of as disappointed as Constance on this one, but the reasoning part of my brain wants to speak up. "Perhaps it has something to do with other people checking if Coraline is available."

"Well, that sucks," Her hand holding the remote control falls flat onto the hospital bed. "How about Stranger Things?"

I frown at her and slowly shake my head, "I've already watched the entire series, but if there's a new season, we can watch it"

A groan escapes from her mouth, "Same, I'm also waiting for the next season." I try not to think about the possibility of her not able to watch the next season, luckily her whole bored demeanor is quite distracting from my thoughts. Once Constance checks if there's a new season to Stranger Things, she lets out another groan when we both realize there's no new season. "I'm so bored," She turns her head towards me with pleading eyes. The puppy dog eyes pleading expression is slowly forming on her face, "Can we use the laptop to continue writing now?"

I glance at the charging laptop on the table right beside the hospital bed. During the start of the week, and when I've finally come to my senses to get her laptop and transfer the manuscript to the device, both Constance and I were able to write a huge progress in the story. However, the inevitable of writing happened to the both of us. We both got writer's block, and we're desperately trying to fight it, that's why we both settled on watching something on the TV until inspiration strikes. "We can continue writing, but have you come up of what will happen next?"

She lets out an audible groan while her head hangs back on the elevated head-part of the hospital bed. "I hate having writer's block, I can't think of something to progress the plot line forward."