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pick me up today, is that still on?” I should give him an out in case he didn’t want to deal with me or something.
      “Of course I’ll be there to get you. I just woke up and I wanted to see how you were this morning. I missed you last night.”
      “Oh, um, thanks.” I didn’t have anything else to say. Awkward.
      “I’m going to take a shower and I’ll be over there in about an hour. Can I bring you anything from home? I know Carrie packed you some jeans to come home in, but do you want anything else?” I was barely listening after he mentioned the shower. He was going to be naked in my bathroom.
      “No.” Suddenly I remembered my baby. “How is Lucy doing?” Poor darling was surely feeling abandoned.
      “She’s fine, she misses you though. She had to make do and snuggle up with me last night.” My dog was sleeping with Ethan? What the hell? Oh, right. He was in my bed. Too much to think about.
      I sat there in silence.
      “Well, if you don’t need anything I’ll get going so that I can get over there. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”
      “Mmhmm.” It was the only thing I could respond with. He disconnected and I sat there with the phone in my hand. I couldn’t do this. I got a fresh wave of panicky thoughts. Carrie’s brother was coming to take me home. He lived in my house. What was I supposed to talk to him about? I knew he was artistic; there were drawings and weird sculptures he made all over Carrie and Nigel’s place. But I don’t know squat about art so that topic wouldn’t last long.
      I was snapped out of my musings by the rattle of the food cart. I had marked oatmeal for my breakfast since I usually don’t eat before noon. At least I wouldn’t be wasting some big meal. The same orderly from yesterday came in with my breakfast tray. Ah, coffee. He is a prince.
      “Good morning. You want the oatmeal, right?”
      “Right. Mostly I just need the coffee.” I smiled as he placed the tray on the swivel table beside my bed and positioned it in front of me. “Thanks.”
      “No problem, see you at lunch,” he said as he made his way out the door.
      I hoped I wouldn’t be here at lunchtime. I hoped I would be at home, reunited with Lucy and my memories.
      I added the little sugar packet to my coffee. I usually take two, but there was only one on the tray so it would have to do, I needed the caffeine too much to quibble over sweetener. It was lukewarm, not optimal, but it was better than nothing. I sipped, trying to make it last since I didn’t know if the hospital came around with refills. I lifted the dome over my breakfast. Not only was there a bowl of oatmeal, but also a piece of toast cut in triangles, a packet of margarine, yuck, and two little containers of jam, grape and strawberry. Breakfast of champions. I put the lid back on and finished my coffee before I gulped down the tiny container of OJ.
      When I finished my beverages I pushed the table off to the side. I wanted to get dressed into real clothes, but I wasn’t sure what the doctor would need from me, so I stayed in my pajamas and waited.
      What seemed like an hour later, but was probably only a few minutes, Dr. Turner, my neurologist, came in.
      “Juliet, how are you feeling this morning?”
      I still don’t remember. How long am I going to be like this?” I felt suddenly frantic. I had really believed I would wake up well and healed.
      “I don’t know.. Every case is different. You might remember in an hour or it might take a few days. Perhaps once the swelling goes down. I can’t really give you an exact time because it all depends on your body.” He took out a penlight and shined it in my eye. It didn’t hurt like it had when Robert had done it in the emergency room. That was progress in my book.
      “Well, your pupils look fine, and none of your tests showed anything abnormal. I think once the inflammation goes down you’ll be right as rain. I’m going to go get your