CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FORTY-ONE
28 days after Blane’s bone marrow transplant
St. Joseph’s Hospital, Denver, Colorado
“Hey,” Abi said as she entered the visiting chamber attached to Blane’s hospital room.
Blane was lying on his hospital bed reading a novel. He looked up when she came in.
“What do you want?” Blane asked.
“Now, now,” Abi said. “Where are your manners?”
“You forget that I know you,” Blane said.
Abi laughed. She sat down in a chair near the glass. He watched her sit and went back to his book. He hoped that if he ignored her, she would go away. After a few minutes, he lowered the book to look.
She was still sitting there.
“Why are you here?” Blane asked.
“Can’t a girl come to visit a friend?” Abi asked.
“Girl?” Blane asked.
Abi laughed. Scowling he went back to his book.
“You know, I could take this darkness from your mental field,” Abi said. “Heal your heart and mind.”
He dropped the book and stared at the ceiling. She waited.
“I don’t want it gone,” Blane said finally. “I don’t ever want to forget what can happen if you are a fool.”
“Never forgive yourself?” Abi asked.
“Never let my guard down again,” Blane said.
“But you love Hedone completely,” Abi said, mildly.
“Heather is different,” Blane said. “Safer. Our love for each other … It will never end. We have children and … I don’t need to remember that she can gut me at will.”
“Why is that?” Abi asked.
“She won’t do it,” Blane said.
Abi was silent for a moment.
“You know that’s a fact,” Blane said.
“Yes,” Abi said. “You are correct. You and your bitterness are safe with Hedone. Her love is not human so does not waver, manipulate, or be used to bludgeon. This Enrique? He is so important that you should carry his darkness for the rest of your short life?”
Sighing, he set down his book and went to the glass.
“How can I be of service to you, first woman?” Blane asked.
“I actually came to be of service to you,” Abi said.
Blane didn’t respond at first. After a moment, he squinted.
“How did you know that I would be awake?” Blane asked.
“Hedone,” Abi said. “She said that you have trouble sleeping through the night. I figured that since you were awake, you may as well do something.”
“What did you have in mind?” Blane asked.
“Well …” Abi said.
She gave him a sly smile.
“Just spit it out,” Blane said.
“Your body has recently been infused with … mmm … I guess the easiest way to say it …”
“Yes, go for easy, not complete,” Blane said. “The boy is a moron.”
As if she was reassessing him, Abi squinted at him.
“I feel you are saying something that I am not understanding,” Abi said.
“Sorry, I just really hate being here,” Blane said. “I’m grateful for the miraculous nature of this healing, but I have a newborn, a wife, and a family that could really use me. I feel useless here. Frustrated.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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