There were glimpses. Voices came and went. At some point someone put something round on top of my chest, opened my eye, opened my mouth. Conversations in low voices woke me up a little and I saw you standing in my room facing someone dressed in white. Your face was grim as you shook your head or nodded.
Maybe you felt the weight of my stare because soon you glanced at me and sat back beside me. I heard a voice say something about rest, higher fever, taking a shot and medicine to be picked up. You didn't say anything except, "Yeah." It took me a while to notice the voice was gone and so was the man in white.
"I didn't know you were friends with doctors," I slurred. I didn't know how much of it was comprehensible, but you smiled a little.
"What—you think I put those casts by myself, Roo?" You laced your fingers around mine. "I'm good at doing things by myself, but I don't think I'm that good."
I knew what you were trying to say, so I replied, "It's not good to be alone all the time."
Before falling back asleep, I heard you saying softly, "No, it's not." And for the first time in days I fell into a dreamless sleep.
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