After another day or so, I really do feel like my old self again. The brothers are still being protective of Mia. I can’t blame them exactly. I don’t want to do anything to make that baby sick.
But I am lonely.
At least, they let me out of the house today, so I leave and walk across campus. My feet bring me to the hospital.
I feel bad. With my illness, I haven’t been in to see Tide for a while. I stop at the little store in the hospital lobby and buy some fresh cut flowers. In his room, I replace the dying ones from the last time I visited with the fresh.
Tide hasn’t changed. He’s still in his coma. His hair is longer, though someone must be shaving his chin since he has no beard. His nails are trimmed too. At least the hospital is taking good care of him, even if his family has abando
