Any Better

Perfection

I must've been in that room for 3 hours.

"Elizabeth Courtes...." I heard Marcy whisper.

I looked up at her.

I smiled.

Her face was bruised, she had a mask on, she had some broken bones and there was something else wrong...

"Marcel, Marcy, whatever. You'll be okay, I promise." I whisper back.

She opens her eyes and slowly puts her hand on my arm.

"No... I won't..."

She looks over at a clipboard hanging on the edge of her bed.

I grab it.

"Patient number #7863... Blah blah blah... Marcel... blah blah blah... P... Paralyzed... Paralyzed from the waist down..."

I look up at her for the second time.

"The waist down? Paralyzed?"

She nods.

I stood up and walked around the room with my hands covering my mouth. I'm crying now, I think Marcy is too.

- - -

I must've been with her for another few hours.

Malcolm bursts into the room, with his hands behind his back.

"What are you doing here? What about Boris?" I ask, standing up from where I was sitting.

Malcolm pulls his hands in front of him, showing a bouquet of flowers that Boris is eating away from. I pulled the cat off and held him in my arms.

Marcy slowly giggled. Malcolm put the flowers on a table next to Marcy's bed. I put Boris on the bed, and he walked up towards her face. He meowed and was lying down beside her.

"Beth and Malcolm... you two... you're gonna get married. You'll have kids, you'll live in a big house, you'll have money... You'll be known." Marcy whispered.

Malcolm and I looked at each other and laughed. "You're crazy. You'd always do that when we were little." I giggled. But looking back ... "You'd tell these stories..." I slowed down, deeply thinking. "You'd tell these stories that always seemed to be true..."

I look at Malcolm.

Marcy smiled. "Trust me."

Malcolm grabs my waist and kissed me.

Maybe it's true.

Boris was awake. He was staring at his two new owners, his mommy and daddy, who live in a new house, while getting the education they need, and who'll get married and have children someday.

All I can say, is whatever happens, I want to be with him. Oh boy. This is too much...

This is perfection.