Freshwater Pearls

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"We rise to the amount of love we are shown and we sink only when that love stops."

                                                                                       - Papa Smurf

Malcolm: They don't know, yet.

Erica: Oh, but they will. They surely will.

Malcolm: And what if they don't.

Erica: They are doctors, Mal. They'll fix you.

Malcolm: Being a doctor doesn't mean they can fix me. They can't even rightly diagnose.

Erica: But being a patient, you can fight. And have faith.

Malcolm: Erica? I'll fight a little more. But I don't know about faith.

Erica: But you do, Mal. You do very well. Look at the bouquets and the cards, the chocolates and the gifts everyone has been sending you. Little tokens of faith, that you'll be alright.

Malcolm: Or perhaps farewell gifts?

Erica: C'mon, your Uncle Gordon gifted you a box of condoms.

Malcolm: [laughs] That's Uncle Gordon for you.

Erica: He has some high expectations now, doesn't he? I'm going to go and bring some soup for you, okay?

Malcolm: Eri? What if this is all for show? The gifts, the wishes, the what-not's?

Erica: Then it's a pretty damn fun show, Mal. Suck in all of it, no one rejects free candies.

Malcolm: I don't know, people haven't liked me before. This large group of people, is all that I can see.

Erica: And?

Malcolm: And, nothing.

Erica: And you are very wrong.

Malcolm: [smiles]

Erica: Shift the gaze, I'm part of the other group.

Malcolm: How is it there?

Erica: Well it sure as hell isn't an one-man army, Mal.