He healed Me

~chapter two~✔️

~chapter two~

The first week was really hard. And dragged on for a dreadfully long time. Four hours of volunteer nursing care could really be an eternity.

The problem was actually not so much Andy, but Elisa. It's just extremely exhausting when you have someone next to you who is always smiling, no matter what. Every minute, every moment of the day, every time Dario looked at her, Elisa smiled. As if that wasn't just a facial expression, but her face. Simply disgusting. Like caramel sugar. Because if you eat caramel sugar every day, it will only make you sick at some point.

Andy, on the other hand, wasn't half as wild. Well, sometimes the spit ran out of his mouth and you had to wipe his chin with a handkerchief. But other than that, Dario felt like he wasn't even there. He never said anything, only every now and then he would make a noise or a groan, well, why should he have talked anyway? After all, there was Elisa, who thought of everything before Andy even needed it. Always ready. Always. With a smile. A constant. A plague.

How did Andy manage to put up with her? But maybe he didn't even notice what was happening around him. Or maybe he did notice everything and just didn't care.

Dario did the smaller jobs, giving Andy a drink, putting a bib on him for lunch and taking it off again. And Elisa taught him how to use the wheelchair inside

and outside of school: how to get him down the stairs and up the sidewalks, how to negotiate those stupid curbs that some asshole just put in the landscape for no reason.

Every day Dario took Andy from the classroom floor to the conservatory just off the library, a room with huge windows where the sun created great lighting effects, like inside a cathedral. From there you could see the schoolyard with the trees and the benches and the children running around and stopping and talking. And Andy sat there and smiled, rolled his eyes and looked, wherever, contemplated whatever. From time to time Elisa got up and said: "I'll go for little girls. And then she wobbled down the aisle until she was gone.

And Dario had his five minutes. Five minutes without Elisa. Five Minutes to smoke some weed.

"Do you know what that is?" Dario asked while holding a plastic bag. out of his pocket. “This is grass. And at its best."

He took a pinch between two fingers and rolled it into a leaf Chen. "A little bit of that," he said, "and all your problems would blown away.." Then he lit the joint, sat down with his back to the Wand and took a few full, deep hits.

One puff and everything became easy. A train, and even Elisa's idiots. grin was gone. One move and Dario was free, somewhere else, and fine. Indent. And he lasted until the evening.

The sun was really hot that day. The conservatory windows glowed like a grill. "Isn't he overdressed?" Dario asked, looking up Andy sweating.

"But no, what do you think?" Elisa answered. "Cold is dead-"

"Cold? Where I'm hot like the middle of August."

"Well, that's not true. Besides, it's better for people like Andy if it's a bit warmer than too cold for them." Elisa bent over Andy, smiled at him and pulled his cap even further over his face. "Cold kills, doesn't it, Andy?" she told him. “Cold is evil. Bad, bad cold." Andy rolled his eyes.

"Let's at least take his cap off. Can't you see that he's too warm?"

"That's what you say."