The drugs made me groggy, but it’s hard to sleep even on sedatives when you’ve got someone as charismatic as Burbank in the room with you. It was dark outside, past visiting hours, but I’d know that silhouette anywhere. “Burbank?” I tested, and he hushed me. He had a pair of sheers in his hands and used them to cut me free of the leather bindings. Ah, liberty!
“Your suit’s in the limo,” he whispered not wanting the other patients to wake up.
My suit? My head was swimming. Of course! The awards ceremony. I was still going? Could I even walk?
Yes and no. Leaning on Burbank’s shoulder, I could stand, at least. He unhooked me from the IV and unplugged the heart monitor. Together, we escaped the dark hospital like one large limping man.
“How did you get in here?” I asked as we ambled down the corridor.
“I never left,” he said. “I’ve been hiding out in the public toilets all day.” What friendship!
The gates were locked, keeping us from continuing down the hallway. I thought for a moment we were doomed, but then Burbank produced a large wheel of keys. I wasn’t even going to ask where he’d acquired them. Instead, I leaned against the wall as he unlocked the gate.
The night air felt good. I didn’t feel sick anymore. But maybe that was the drugs.
6/24/10
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I still think this is all fake
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So, Jeorgee, why do you think this is fake. This hospital thing is so close to what I experienced when traveling. I got really, really sick and had to go to the hospital. they didn't do any tests either and were just going to take my appendix out. Funny thing, I had my appendix out years earlier. Fortunately, my friend rescued me out of that hospital too. A few days later, I was just fine. These things do happen to people.
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