Or maybe it was Holt they were in a little frenzy over. Either way, I became the main attraction for several bored nurses. They kept coming into my room, making a fuss over me, and saying how lucky I was that Holt was watching out for me. It was like I was a stray kitten that someone found on the side of the road that somehow ended up in a wonderful home. I didn’t really want all the attention, but I did use it to my advantage (like you wouldn’t), and one of the nurses washed my face and hair, going as far as finding a blow dryer and drying it into a long, straight style. It took her forever because my hair was so thick and long, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I think she kind of liked it. She said it got her out of emptying bedpans. By the time my hair was done, I was tired, the pain meds were wearing off again, and I just wanted to go to sleep to escape reality for a little while. As I lay there in the quiet of my room, my mind kept wandering to Holt. Part of me didn’t think he would come back.
