Laughable

Just as promised, the doctor who attended to my feet took me to Gregory once he was stable enough to have a visitor. I am wheeled into his room due the wounds on my feet. The room is quiet when I enter and Gregory is asleep. His face is peaceful, void of any worry or pain. The doctor offers to get me some coffee but I decline. He leaves me be while I stare straight at Gregory, mulling over things in my brain. I am pulled to sleep after several hours of trying to sleep.

When I awake I hear hushed voices around me. I fling my eyes open. “Ah good you're awake”. His voice has strength in it, nothing like what I assumed he would sound like.

I do not respond to him. He continues. “I was about to ask for some help to bring you up on the bed with me”. He smiles at me. When I do not respond, he tells Oliver to get me some food. We sit quietly for several minutes as he types on his phone. My guess is he is responding to emails and carrying out work related affairs. Oliver returns with sandwic