The Story of Us

Dream

I wake up to see Faye still plugged into her machines.

Faye?

I wait for a response, but one never comes.

Was that a dream? Can she still communicate with me?

Faye?

It was a dream.

I stand up, and my stomach grumbles. Time for lunch. I kiss her on the forehead and head out.

When I get back, a nurse is in the room, probably checking Faye's levels and stuff.

"Hey, Margaret," I say. I already know the names of all of her nurses. I have been staying here for a week already.

"Hello, Sawyer. Would be a dear and grab a clipboard labelled "oxygen" from my desk for me?"

"Sure."

I do as I was told and return to the room. Margaret is changing Faye's bandages, and I join in, washing my hands first of course.

"Careful on the chest ones, dear," she says, pointing to the bandages going across her chest. "She's got a bruised lung, remember?"

I roll my eyes. "Of course I remember."

I love her after all.