finally home

I couldnt help but collapse on my bed when I got home. My real bed. the one at the hospital was stiff and felt a bit rough against my skin, but my actual bed was custom just for me. My family had been worried, understandably so, but I promised them I would talk about it tommorow, I was too mentally exhausted already, and I really needed to see this bed again.

after a moment I cleaned out my pockets, placing my phone, wallet, a few quarters, and two cards on my desk. I looked at the cards briefly and thought

One of the cards was of course Sally's goofy get well card, and the second one, a much smaller card. Dr. Cybil had handed me a buisness card...which she had written her personal cell number on the back of. she had claimed that she was curious about my impossible recovery and wanted to do some follow up tests just to make sure I was actually going to be ok, or so she says. my gut says shes hiding something still, but its possible she...no, it couldnt be that, theres no way I'm her type.

I fell back on my bed and closed my eyes thinking it over for a moment. it was only about 7p.m., if I wanted to call one of them, it wouldnt be unlikely for them to pick up. I sat up and opened my eyes, reaching for my phone on my desk, not really sure what my plan was.

looking at my phone, the screen dimly displayed a red battery symbol on a black background. I sighed, thinking to myself that I would have to make my choice tomorrow. it was probably fortunate that I couldnt make the call, because all at once my energy dropped as I felt the stress of the day catch up to me and my eyes blurred until before I knew it, I was asleep.