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Scene 10 by Sarah Lubin
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Tom sat in one of the corners of the dark room. It had been three
months since he had been kidnapped. No one ever showed up to find him
and no one would. He had gone three months without food and barely any
water. He clothes became baggier and ripped. He was only skin and
bones. Bruises and cuts covered his body....some were bruises from
three months ago.
Solace still was beating him daily and Tom still thought about suicide.
He had cut one of his wrist, but he never passed out from the loss of
blood. He stayed awake, but never cried. Solace had walked in and had
seen the blood. He wrapped a bandage around Tom’s wrist and he took the
knife away.
The door opened. Tom looked over and saw Solace standing in the doorway
with a bat. Tom closed his eyes and turned his head with a sigh.
Solace walked into the room and tapped the bat on Tom’s foot.
“I guess your friends don’t care about you, kid.” said Solace. He went
into one of his laughing fits. He saw the wall next to Tom. It was
covered in lines and slashes. “You’ve been here for ninety days.”
Tom looked up with sad eyes. He nodded.
Solace dropped the bat. “I guess I can kill you now.” He took out his
cell phone. “Make some last calls, kid.” He dropped it next to Tom’s
hand. “I’m giving you an hour.” Solace left the room and locked the
door.
Tom looked at the phone and picked it up with tears running down his
face. He turned it on and dialed a number. The phone began to ring.
“21 Jump Street, Officer Doug Penhall.” said a familiar voice.
Tom sat in the dark with tears falling to the ground.
“Hello?” asked Doug. “I can hear you breathing, so knock it off okay?”
Tom make a soft moaning sound. “Do...” He couldn’t even utter his best
friend’s name. His voice was gone and ripped to shreds by the
screaming. Tom’s own screaming.
“Tom?” said Doug in a surprised voice. “Is that you?”
Tom nodded. Doug couldn’t see him, which didn’t help any. “Do....”
There was silence. “Hey buddy. How are you holding up?”
Tom began to sob and hung up. He curled up into a ball and closed his
eyes tightly. He rocked back and forth.
“Hey sport.” said a semi-familiar voice.
Tom looked up and thought he saw his dad standing in front of him.
“Da...”
Andrew Hanson squatted down in front of him. He wasn’t a corpse with
maggots crawling out of his eyes or he wasn’t decaying. He was the same
Andrew Hanson who was shot so many years ago. “You look like hell froze
over.”
Tom looked down at the ground, ashamed. He let his family and friends
down.
Andrew lifted Tom’s chin up and stared at his son. “Where’s that
angelic face? And those beautiful brown eyes?”
Tom choked back into a sob. He raised his hand to touch his dad’s arm.
He dad moved away.
“You gave in to him?” asked Andrew. He cocked his head.
Tom nodded. “I...”
Andrew smiled. “Don’t talk. I can see your pain in your eyes.” He
brushed a hand threw Tom’s hair. “You grew up so handsome, like your
mother said you would. You’re not Fred Astaire like your mother wanted
you to be, but you are a Al Panico.”
Tom sighed.
“Woo ha.” joked his dad. He frowned when Tom didn’t laugh or smile.
“What did that man to do my baby boy?” He pulled Tom into a hug.
“Where did my baby boy go?”
Tom broke into a sob and let his dad hug him. He looked at the ground,
through his tears. Tom wanted to die as soon as possible.
The door opened and Solace stood in the doorway. Tom realized his dad
was gone. Solace smiled and grabbed Tom’s throat. He shoved him
against the wall and squeezed his throat.
Tom had tears rolling down his face, but he never cried aloud. Solace
looked into his eyes and saw the pain Tom had gone threw. Solace’s grin
faded and look deeper into Tom’s brown eyes.
Tom saw his dad standing in the corner of the room with Amy. He gave
him a thumbs up and smiled. “I’ll see you later, sport.”
And everything faded away.....
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Scene 11 By Patti
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"Hey Captain," Doug yelled through the office.
Suddenly, he saw Fuller's head popped out from his office, "What do you want,
Doug? I thought you were leaving on vacation. Why are you still here?"
"Well, I was on my way out, when I got this creepy phone call," he said as he
marched into the office. When he got in there he saw mountains of files,
stationary, and other assortment of things on the floor. "Redecorating?"
"No, just looking for something. You were saying?"
"Oh right. I got this really strange phone call. I picked up and heard
breathing on the other side. Normally, this kinda thing would turn me on, but
this call gave me this really, uh...well, I guess you would call it spooky
feeling. Like something bad was going to happen. So I asked who it was. And
I coulda sworn I heard Tom on the other line, Captain. Then the person hung
up. It freaked me Capt., it really did."
"And what do you want to do about it?"
"I don't know. I just thought...well..I don't know what I thought. But I had
to tell
someone," Suddenly, the phone rang, making Fuller and Penhall jump. Fuller
shook his head clear, then picked up, "Hello?" he said.
"I haven't spoken to you in a while," a harsh voice said.
"Who is this?" Fuller inquired.
"Your worst nightmare," and the voice started laughing.
"Tell me you name, now," Fuller ordered.
"Oh come on. You don't recognize me? Jeez, I would have thought you cared
more about Tom's life than that."
"Solace. Is that you?"
"Good. Very good. You remember. Now, listen up. I'm willing to give him
back, for a price."
"How do I know he's still alive?" Fuller asked, keeping his temper in check.
"Hmmm...good question. He's lost his voice over the last few months.
Hmmm..." a harsh voice than said, "Hold on a sec, okay?"
"Okay." The captain said. By this time, Doug had made a call, and was having
the
number traced to a location. Doug signaled to Fuller to keep him on for
thirty more
seconds. Adam looked at the clock, time seemed to slow down, and he
impatiently tapped his foot. Twenty-five seconds left.
Solace came back on the phone. "Okay, he thinks he can talk enough to let you
know he's here."
Solace held the phone and a gun to Tom's head. The gun didn't frighten Tom
anymore. He really did want to let the Captain know he was still alive, but
it would only lead all his old friends to their death sentence, so he kept his
mouth clamped shut. Fuller heard Solace say, "Talk, now!"
Fuller strained his ears to hear something, but nothing was there. Doug
signaled again and started counted down on his fingers. Ten, nine, eight....
Suddenly, Fuller heard a piercing yell, one that sounded like a manic letting
loose, heard the phone fall to the ground, then a gun fire. Two, one...Doug
gave thumbs up, they got the number. Doug's gave thumbs up, but he was
shaking his head, it was cell phone. Fuller gave a sigh. He had to do
something and know was his only time.
"Hey, Solace. When you get everything in order, give me a call. Okay?" And
he hung up. "Where was that call coming from?" He asked Doug suddenly.
"A warehouse. 99 East South Street."
"Come on," Fuller got a very determined look on his face. "Call the phone
company. Get you desk number changed to your cell phone and get my desk
number changed to my cell phone. If he calls back, I want him to think we're
not on to him."
"Right away," Doug said with all seriousness.
Fuller grabbed his coat, and called over to everyone to get ready. They were
going.
Everybody was out the door in mere minutes. And as soon as Fuller ordered,
the
numbers were changed, just in case. They were set. They finally found Tom.
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Tom was in a cold, dark room which had no window, like the last one. He
looked at the door with weary eyes. He felt blood roll down his face,
along with tears. He had passed out for at least a couple of hours.
Before he passed out he heard a gunshot, then silence. He closed his
eyes and began to think about his life and how come it had to end this
way. Tom saw his wallet on the ground and reached for it. He opened
it and saw pictures. The first one was Doug and him, then a picture of
Judy, Doug, Fueller, himself, Dennis, and Harry after Harry got out of
the hospital. After that, there was an older picture. A little boy with
dark brown hair and eyes. He had a little kid potbell, but he was
scrawny. The boy had a striped t-shirt on with shorts. His father was
holding him up to the camera. The boy couldn’t be more than three years
old.
“I see you found the picture at Aunt Jessie’s ranch.” said a
semi-familiar voice. Andrew Hanson stood in the corner. He walked over
to Tom and stood over him.
Tom looked up and sighed. “Dad....”
Andrew looked at his son and nodded. “I know....I’ll help Doug find
you, but not now. You need to stay hidden for awhile.”
Tom shook his head. “No....”
Andrew walked into the corner and disappeared. Tom began to sob,
hysterically. He looked at his wallet and hurled it across the room.
He curled up into a little ball and cried.
“Captain! I found Solace!” yelled Harry. He had a diguested look on
his face.
Fueller and Doug ran up to Harry and saw Solace laying on the ground,
dead. A bullet hole was in his head.
“He shot himself.” mumbled an officer as he came into the room.
Doug sighed. “Great. How are we going to find Tom with the bastard
dead as a doornail?”
Fueller took out his walkie talkie. “Okay, people, here’s the plan,
search every room until you find Tom.”
“Alive.” added Doug as he and Harry headed down the corridors.
Judy and Dennis wandered down a hallway. They had searched every room
and every corner. Somehow, Judy got separated from Dennis. She saw a
door at the end of a corridor and stepped closer to it. She pushed on
the door. It didn’t budge. Tom wasn’t here at all.
“One, two....Freddy’s coming for you.” said a voice from the otherside
of the room.
Judy spun around. “Dennis! I found him!” She began to pound on the
door. “Tom! Tom!”
Dennis ran down the corridor and began to bang on the door with Judy.
“Three, four....better lock your door.”
Dennis began to ram the door with his shoulder. “Tom! Open the goddamn
door!”
“Five, six....bring your crucifex.”
Dennis and Judy rammed the door until Doug and Fueller came running down
the hallway with Harry. They rammed the door.
“Seven, eight....stay up late.”
“Tom!” yeleld Judy. She pounded on the door.
The flung open and Dennis, Harry, and Doug fell into a closet like
room. They looked at a figure rocking back and forth. It wasn’t the
Tom Hanson that disappeared three months ago. He was huddled up in the
corner of a cold closet like room with blood, bruises, and tears
covering him. Doug stepped forward and touched Tom’s shoulder. Tom
jerked back.
“Fuck you! Get the fuck away from me!” screamed Tom. He glared at Doug
with dark eyes. He didn’t realize it was his best friend.
“Tom, calm down, okay, buddy.” Doug stepped closer to Tom. “It’s me
Doug Penhall, you best friend.”
“No you’re not!” screamed Tom in a fit of tears. “You’re one of
Solace’s friends! Get the fuck away from me!”
Dennis tapped Doug’s shoulder. “Let me handle it.”
Doug through Dennis a look. Dennis motioned him out of the room. He
knelt down next to Tom.
“Hey Tom.” said Dennis. He smiled. “You remember me...don’t you?”
Tom shook his head. “I want my dad.”
“Your dad died when you were seventeen....remember?” asked Dennis.
“He was just here!” retorted Tom. He began to sob, again. “He was just
here!”
Dennis moved closer and nodded. “I know he was just here. You were
dreaming.”
Tom threw his wallet at him. “He’s not dead!” He wiped his eyes.
Dennis grabbed Tom and held him close so he could get away. Tom began
to struggle and scream. He broke down, again and leaned his head against
Dennis’ shoulder.
“I want my daddy.” mumbled Tom between sobs.
Dennis rocked Tom back and forth and stroked his hair. “It’s okay,
Tom. We’re all here.” He felt a little bit guilty about not finding him
sooner. “Tom, it’s okay. That bastard won’t hurt you anymore.”
The ambulance waited outside the building. A medic saw a man with black
hair carrying out a younger looking man with bruises, blood, and cuts
covering his face. His head was resting against the other’s shoulder
and he appeared to be unconscious.
“We got him!” yelled the guy.
The medics ran up to the guy with a stretcher and laid the injuried
officer on the stretch, then covered him with a blanket. Doug, Judy,
Harry,and Fueller ran out behind Dennis. They watched the medics rolled
Tom into the ambulance. Dennis climbed in behind them and the door
closed.
Doug watched the ambulance speed off with officer cars escorting them to
the nearest hospital. He felt a hand touch his shoulder.
“Doug...” whispered Fueller.
Doug shook his hand off. “Don’t.” He broke down to a sob and spun
around. “Don’t you ever do that to him ever again, you mother fucking
bastard!” He got into his car and drove off.
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Scene 13 By Patti
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Fuller sat in the waiting room outside of the admission area in the hospital.
Judy leaned against his left side, snoring softly. Harry and Dennis sat on
the couch across from them talking very quietly to each other. Doug sat alone
in the far corner of the room, going through a turmoil of feelings. First, he
was purely angry at everybody. At Solace, for doing this to his best friend,
at Fuller, for putting his life in extra risk, at Booker, for stepping in when
he did, and at anybody else who said a word to him. But most of all, he was
angry at himself. Sure, it wasn't logical to be, but he was anyway. He felt
like he didn't do enough. He should have done something...anything to help
his friend, but he just left him there for three months. For those three
months, Tom went through hell, while Doug lived his life.
Guilt set in after the anger was pushed away. He was guilty because he lived
his life, with good and bad times for three months, and tried to push away the
thoughts about Tom (which is reason right there to feel guilty) while Tom went
through this. After guilt, he became tried and rested his eyes. Just as he
closed his eyes, he heard a door open a little way down the corridor. He
opened his eyes just enough to see. The doctor stood in front of an open door
talking to a gentle soothing voice to the person inside. "I'll be back in a
few minutes. Relax. Please. Nobody's going to hurt you here," With that she
closed the door and walked to the group of people in the waiting room. As
soon as she was close enough for the people to hear her she said, "I won't
fool you. That boy is sick. Physically and mentally. Could be a long time
before he's back to full strength." A solemn moment passed through the
waiting room. Nobody said a word. After letting them digest that, the doctor
continued, "He hasn't had a proper meal in who knows how long..."
"Three months," Doug muttered. The doctor glanced at him, then continued
again.
"He's huddled up on the bed in there," she pointed towards the room, "and
won't speak to us. The most we can get is a few words. 'Dad.' 'No.' 'Stop.'
'Pain.' All basic words. Most of which show his frightened. Very
frightened. I think he might have a torn muscle in his throat. It would
explain why he can't speak very well. But one thing that might help is if one
of you could get in touch with his father. He keeps saying he wants his
daddy."
"That would be a miracle." Doug injected.
Fuller glanced at Doug, then said, "His dad died when he was seventeen."
"Oh," The doctor looked at directly at Fuller. "You're his captain, right?
I quickly scanned the file before coming out here. Fuller, right?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to see him?"
"I want to see him, please," Doug suddenly said.
"And who are you?" the doctor asked.
"Doug Penhall. I'm Tom's best friend."
"No. I don't think he can handle it. Fuller's his captain. He might
respond better to authority."
"But..."
"Please, Mr. Penhall. You can see him in a few days. After he overcomes
this...trauma."
"Fine," Doug said calmly. Although he said it with no emotion, Fuller could
see
Doug's anger boiling.
"Doug. Listen why don't you go home and get some rest. You at least know
Tom's okay, now."
"Yeah. Later." Doug got up, looked back at the door that separated him from
his best friend, and left.
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Fuller stepped into the room and looked around. It was a clean organized
white room except for the bed. The sheets were tangled into a ball and the
quilt was on the floor. Tom was nowhere to be seen. Then shifting in the
corner behind the bed caught Adam's attention. He slowly moved around the
bed, being carefully not to make any sudden movements. Once around he saw a
pitiful sight. Tom was in the corner, rocking himself back and forth, crying.
The poor man looked horrible. He was abnormally skinny, and his hair looked
greasy and unkempt. He had dark circles around his eyes and his stare was
unnaturally glazed over. He looked like he was in another reality.
"Tom," Fuller said quietly. Tom, in turn, pushed farther back into the
corner and stared at Adam in horror. "It's me, Adam Fuller. Do you recognize
me?"
"No, you're not." He retorted in a low strained voice. "You're one of his
friends
here to hurt me." He tried to push into the corner more.
"No, I'm not, Tom. I am Fuller. Really." He stepped closer and ducked down
in front of Tom.
"NO!" Tom screamed as Adam came forward. He lashed out with his right hand
and at the same time clawed with his left. The right hand hit Adam and
knocked him backwards onto his back. The left missed Fuller's face by mere
inches. Oblivious to who he was hitting, Tom dove forward on top of his
captain and fought him however possible. Fuller, in one swift movement,
caught Tom's left arm, then pinned his right, and flipped over so Tom was on
the bottom under him.
"Hanson. Listen to me."
Tom struggled, kicking out with his feet and trying to push Adam off him with
all
the power he could get. But after three months with almost nothing to survive
on, he was overpowered by Fuller. After several minutes of Fuller, trying to
control Tom from hurting himself and at the same time trying to communicate
with him, he saw that he was fighting a no-win situation and called the nurse
in a loud voice. That made Tom jump and start kicking again. With a
adrenaline rush, Tom managed one last push and caught Fuller off guard, so he
tipped over to the side. He punched the captain once, then crawled backwards
as far as he could go.
The nurse burst into the room and saw Fuller on the floor in the far end of
the
room slowly shaking his head and holding his jaw and Tom staring at him with
wide
frighten eyes. Almost immediately, the doctor came in with a sedative. She
approached Tom and saw him slide against the wall away from him. She turned
and handed the nurse the needle with the sedative in it and told her something
quietly. Then she advanced towards Tom again until he was back in the corner
and couldn't go any farther. She started talking in a low and soothing voice,
"Thomas. It's okay. It's just me, the doctor. I want to give you this to
make you feel better." Harry, Judy, and Dennis appeared in the doorway.
He shook his head vigorously. "No." he cried in a soft voice. "Please, no."
The doctor suddenly sprung forward and grabbed Tom's arms and pinned them
down. Before Tom could even react, the doctor had him pushed gently against
the wall, but still he pushed at her and started to cry again. "It's okay,
Tom. It's okay." She said as the nurse hesitantly moved forward and pulled
one of Tom's sleeves up.
"Stop. Please," Tom whined as he sank towards the floor under the doctor's
light power, "No." He said half-heartedly. The nurse wiped the area where the
needle was going to be injected. Tom watched in horror. As soon as the nurse
picked up the needle into view, Tom snapped and propelled the doctor in the
wall and made a mad dash for the door. Harry and Dennis were both stand
directly in front of it so he couldn't get by. As he tried to push his way
through, both men took a hold of Tom's arms and twisted him to the wall, where
the nurse quickly came over and sedated him. Tom fought the sedative and the
restraints, but as he fought more, the quicker the sedative set in and he sank
into a deep stupor. Then feel asleep in Harry and Dennis's protective hands.
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Dr. Altbush moved to Fuller's side and helped him to his feet as Dennis gently
picked up Tom's unconscious form and held him as the nurse untangled in the
sheets and held them back as Tom was laid under them. She pulled the sheet
over the now-peaceful person.
Judy stepped into the room and came to Tom's side and held his limp hand.
She tenderly stroked his hair as a tear swelled in her eye. Beside her, Dr.
Altbush spoke up,
"Captain. Are you okay? You want some ice for that?"
"Yes, please. Ice would help." He pulled up his pant leg and examined the
leg. It had red, black, and blue spots from where Tom had been kicking him.
He winced at the sight and said, "A lot of it."
"Nurse." The doctor said simply. In turn, the nurse hurried out of the room
to
retrieve the ice. "I'm sorry, Captain. I didn't think he'd react
so...severely."
"It's okay. Nobody could have know. It's not your fault." He sat to the
edge of
Tom's bed and took his other hand. "It's not anyone's fault. Not even his.
He's sick, he didn't know." A grave moment moved the room. Judy sobbed as
she looked at Tom. Harry bit his lip and held back. Dennis didn't outwardly
show he cared, but it showed in his eyes that he felt from Tom.
"Listen. Why don't you all go home and relax? Tom's going to be out like a
light for at least eight hours. Go home, get some rest, and come back in the
morning. He'll be okay. Trust me."
Mumbled "yes's" and "okay's" as they all turned and left the room. Fuller
only
waited long enough for the ice the nurse brought him, then he left along with
everybody else. The room was empty except for Dr. Altbush and Tom. The
doctor bowed her head and stared at the relaxed body. She said a mental pray
for the young men, then left the room.
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Daddy! yelled Tom from his room. Judy and Doug ran into the dark room. They saw Tom curled into a ball, crying hysterically.
Doug turned on the lights and Judy rushed over to Tom. They both noticed that Tom calmed once the lights came on in the room.
Tom, do you want us to keep the lights on while you sleep? asked Doug. He looked at Judy, who shrugged.
Tom nodded, nervously. He bit his lip and laid back down. Judy reached to turn on the light over the bed. Tom shot back. Dont.
Judy smiled. Tom, Im just going to turn the lights on, okay? I wont hurt you. She turn the light on over head and Doug turned the lights off. Judy stood up and tucked Tom back into bed.
Doug motioned Judy outside. Whats wrong with him, Jud?
Hes in trauma, Doug. Let it pass and the same old Tom Hanson will be back in a few days. said Judy. She looked into the room and sighed. Maybe you should keep him company while he tries to go back to bed.
Doug rolled his eyes with a frown. He doesnt even remember us!
Douglass Penhall, keep your voice down! whispered Judy in a harsh voice. Tom may not remember us, but he can still hear us!
Doug mimicked Judy as he went back into Toms room. He saw Tom laying down with his eyes wide open. Hey Tom.
Tom sat up and looked around the room. Doug felt like kicking himself. He sat down next to his friend on the bed. Tom, now lay down and Ill tuck you in...again, okay?
Tom gave a nod and laid back down. Tuck?
Yes, Tom, Im going to tuck you into bed and I dont want to hear a peep out of you. said Doug, shaking his finger at Toms face.
Tom looked at Dougs finger cross eyed. Peep? He sat up.
Doug groaned and pushed Tom back down and tucked him into bed. Good night! He watched Tom stare at him with frightened eyes. Doug hoped, for Toms sake, he would fall asleep soon and keep his sanity.
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The room was dark, except for a light that was over head of the hospital
bed. Dennis, reluctantly, walked inside the room and heard a dull
beeping sound from one of the machines. Doug was sleeping next to Tom’s
bedside in a chair. His chin fell on his chest and his arms were
crossed.
“Doug.” whispered Dennis. He nudged Doug in the shoulder. “Doug, wake
up. It’s my shift.”
Doug grumbled something about he wouldn’t be late to school since he had
the car and that he did do his math homework.
“Penhall!” yelled Dennis.
Doug was startled. He looked up and glared at Dennis, who found it
quite amusing. Doug stood up and rubbed his head. “What do you want?”
“It’s my shift.” said Dennis as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Judy said she’d drive you home.”
Doug nodded with a smirk. “Yeah...just don’t poison him with your
personality.” said Doug as he left the room.
Dennis smirked and sat down next to Tom’s bedside. Dennis took out a
book to read while it was his shift to watch over Tom. He glanced over
at Tom, who had fallen asleep, finally. The doctors said he was still
unstable and they needed to wait to do any operations, if any needed.
Tom shifted in his sleep and let out a sigh. Dennis looked up from his
reading and put the blanket up. Tom’s eyes opened and his sat up,
screaming. Dennis grabbed Tom’s shoulders.
“Tom, it’s okay.” Dennis heard footsteps running down the hallway.
“Tom, you’re in a hospital room, just calm down.”
Dorothy dashed into the room with a barf bag, just in case. She turned
on the lights. “What happened?”
Tom took a deep breath and slumped back. He grabbed the barf bag and
rolled over to his side. He began to vomit up his dinner.
Dorothy looked at Dennis. “What happened?”
“I have no idea. I just pulled the blanket up and he began to scream.”
said Dennis. He noticed Tom needed a cup of water. “Dorothy, get him
something to drink....something that is light on his stomach.”
Dorothy nodded and left the room with the barf bag. Dennis turned to
Tom, who looked very exhausted.
“Tuck, tuck.” said Tom in a soft voice. He laid down on the bed and
waited for Dennis to tuck in bed.
Dennis smiled and pulled the blankets up. He took the quilt and put it
over the blankets. Dennis patted Tom’s damp hair, that had been washed
a few hours ago for the first time in three months, and turned off the
lights, except the one over Tom’s bed. “Good night, Tom.”
Tom closed his eyes and fell asleep in a matter of minutes. Dorothy
came into the room with a glass of water and two pills.
“What! I go get this water and pills from the doctor and he’sasleep !”
yelled Dorothy. She glared at Dennis. “Next time, you get the water!”
Dennis rolled his eyes and continued to read his book. “Just put the
pills next to the bed and I’ll ask the next person on duty to get him to
take them....whatever they are.”
Dorothy sat down. “They are nausea pills.” said Dorothy in a
matter-of-factly tone. “They’ll calm down his nausea.”
“Duh.” mumbled Dennis from his reading. He looked up to see Dorothy
glare at him. Dennis gave her a cocky smile and continued to read.
Dorothy stood up. “Fuck you!” She left the room with in a huff.
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