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Caleb leaned back after exhausting all of his ideas for escape. He glanced over to see his mother and the doctor walk away from the observation window. ‘I wanna go with them! And I have to pee! How could I get up without making the alarm go off?’ That alarm and the attention it brought were the only things keeping him from fulfilling both of his urges, but thankfully, his answer came walking into the room. His mother energetically sauntered closer with a much happier look than he’d seen earlier. “Hello honey. Doctor Fink is going to get your friend and bring her to you, and you don’t have to worry about that silly alarm now that those policemen are gone.”
‘There’s some good news finally.’ After his mom had unplugged the alarm at the base of the bed, he jumped up quickly, putting on his shirt and pants while throwing the hospital gown to the ground. “Why were those police people looking at me so weird?”
Her response came in the form of a bland, almost mechanical droll. “Because they have no idea what to make of you, and they’re always afraid of what they can’t understand. Don’t worry about them, though. They won’t bother you anymore, baby.”
‘How long has it been since she sang about me like that? She always makes me feel so special, but I don’t really know why. I still go to class and read and stuff like everyone else. She’s always been like that, but maybe this car crash was a big hint that I am special. Maybe she’s not just doing the motherly thing. Maybe mine is just calling it like she sees it.’ He went over to the bathroom and opened his pants. ‘She’s never really given me a reason to suspect her validity, but still…I’ve heard some of the other kids’ mothers telling them they were beautiful and special, that they can be happy doing anything in life. Mine doesn’t do that. She always wants me to be better than me. Better than anyone.’ He zipped up his pants and washed his hands. ‘I trust her. She’s one of the only people I can trust.’
The door swung open behind his mother, and Carol came rolling in, being pushed by Doctor Fink. “Here we go, kids. See? Everyone’s fit as a fiddle.” She smiled wildly as the doctor spoke and pushed her closer to the standing, waiting Caleb. Their eyes met, a wild satisfaction in seeing each other still alive emanated and enveloped all of their attention. Doctor Fink stopped the chair a few feet from the waiting boy and applied the brakes. Carol shot into Caleb’s arms—‘Her body is so warm and skin so soft,’—and whispered a question into his ear. “How are you?”
“Perfectly fine,” he said in-between being totally breathless. “How are you?”
Carol released their hug and leaned back to support her own weight, allowing Caleb to drink everything about her. Carol's dark brown hair was frizzed, but had lost none of its shine. Even as her face came back into view, he noticed that, minus the few cuts covered by small band-aids, she was still picturesque. ‘Still, better looking than anyone else on her worst day. Her green eyes and that brown hair….’ She still dawned the traditional hospital cover-all that was tied in the back. ‘There’s simply no way she knew I existed before today. People this beautiful shouldn’t even be allowed in public.’ “I’m feeling tons better now that I see you’re okay.” She spun around, noticing the grown-ups had left the room, and kept talking. “Explain to me how you’re the least hurt out of the two of us! You took a freaking car to the back!”
Caleb smirked a little. “Well, do you remember that feeling I told you about? I’m pretty sure it has something to do with that.”
They locked pupils
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Caleb leaned back after exhausting all of his ideas for escape. He glanced over to see his mother and the doctor walk away from the observation window. ‘I wanna go with them! And I have to pee! How could I get up without making the alarm go off?’ That alarm and the attention it brought were the only things keeping him from fulfilling both of his urges, but thankfully, his answer came walking into the room. His mother energetically sauntered closer with a much happier look than he’d seen earlier. “Hello honey. Doctor Fink is going to get your friend and bring her to you, and you don’t have to worry about that silly alarm now that those policemen are gone.”
‘There’s some good news finally.’ After his mom had unplugged the alarm at the base of the bed, he jumped up quickly, putting on his shirt and pants while throwing the hospital gown to the ground. “Why were those police people looking at me so weird?”
Her response came in the form of a bland, almost mechanical droll. “Because they have no idea what to make of you, and they’re always afraid of what they can’t understand. Don’t worry about them, though. They won’t bother you anymore, baby.”
‘How long has it been since she sang about me like that? She always makes me feel so special, but I don’t really know why. I still go to class and read and stuff like everyone else. She’s always been like that, but maybe this car crash was a big hint that I am special. Maybe she’s not just doing the motherly thing. Maybe mine is just calling it like she sees it.’ He went over to the bathroom and opened his pants. ‘She’s never really given me a reason to suspect her validity, but still…I’ve heard some of the other kids’ mothers telling them they were beautiful and special, that they can be happy doing anything in life. Mine doesn’t do that. She always wants me to be better than me. Better than anyone.’ He zipped up his pants and washed his hands. ‘I trust her. She’s one of the only people I can trust.’
The door swung open behind his mother, and Carol came rolling in, being pushed by Doctor Fink. “Here we go, kids. See? Everyone’s fit as a fiddle.” She smiled wildly as the doctor spoke and pushed her closer to the standing, waiting Caleb. Their eyes met, a wild satisfaction in seeing each other still alive emanated and enveloped all of their attention. Doctor Fink stopped the chair a few feet from the waiting boy and applied the brakes. Carol shot into Caleb’s arms—‘Her body is so warm and skin so soft,’—and whispered a question into his ear. “How are you?”
“Perfectly fine,” he said in-between being totally breathless. “How are you?”
Carol released their hug and leaned back to support her own weight, allowing Caleb to drink everything about her. Carol's dark brown hair was frizzed, but had lost none of its shine. Even as her face came back into view, he noticed that, minus the few cuts covered by small band-aids, she was still picturesque. ‘Still, better looking than anyone else on her worst day. Her green eyes and that brown hair….’ She still dawned the traditional hospital cover-all that was tied in the back. ‘There’s simply no way she knew I existed before today. People this beautiful shouldn’t even be allowed in public.’ “I’m feeling tons better now that I see you’re okay.” She spun around, noticing the grown-ups had left the room, and kept talking. “Explain to me how you’re the least hurt out of the two of us! You took a freaking car to the back!”
Caleb smirked a little. “Well, do you remember that feeling I told you about? I’m pretty sure it has something to do with that.”
They locked pupils
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