She didn't want love.
She wanted to be loved.
And that was entirely different.
***
"He's been stable," Doctor Germain doesn't look up from his chart as I walk in. His attention changes though when he sees Mark. "Mark," he smiles and pats him on the back. The golden boy. "Glad to see you're here."
He leads us down the hall, showing us where father is. Resting on the bed, sleeping. "We've been doing daily rounds of antibiotics," Doctor Germain says, looking at Mark. Mark nods, "Thanks Doctor."
Doctor Germain gives another reassuring pat on Mark's back before walking away. We sit down, each on either side of dad. I look up and see Mark staring at me. "What?"
He shakes his head, "Lex...how are you feeling?"
I look down at dad, "I don't think it's contagious. I mean I'm not sick and-,"
