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Lest I Forget (10)
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I sat quietly while the nurse came and changed Alice’s IV bags and washed her a little bit. She was gone before too long, promising to bring me breakfast as soon as she could get it. I recognized her as one of the swing shift nurses that wasn’t there too much, and wondered where Gemma was. Then I realized I was being stupid…it wasn’t like the girl was there every single day. Still, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering how her date with Kallie had gone last night. I figured she’d tell me when she came in this evening, though, so I shook my head to clear it and focused on Alice again.
“I really missed you when I was out there for that commentary, baby. I was a wreck the second morning, I’m surprised they put me on camera at all. All I could think about the whole time was going home to you,” I told her now. She just looked at me. “It got a little better as time went on, but it never really got good. Do you know what I mean? I always missed you, Al. No matter where I was. If you weren’t there with me, I always wanted you to be,” I told her honestly. “I know you always say I’m just being sappy about it, but it’s true.”
She made some sort of sound in response to this that I had no idea how to interpret, but I decided to think it meant something good. Still, looking at her lying in pretty much the same position she’d been in for almost a week now made me sad. I kissed her cheek again. “I’m sorry, baby. I know this is probably boring as hell for you. If I could take you somewhere I would, you know that, right?” She blinked once, and I saw the tear run down her cheek. I wiped it away as gently as I could.
We sat there in silence for a few minutes. All I wanted to do was joke around with her and try to brighten up her mood, but I just couldn’t do it. Seeing her like this was fucking depressing, no matter how much I tried to pretend like it wasn’t. I had no idea how I was supposed to reconcile the person she’d been before with the person she was now.
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So not filler, MT… I love the day-to-day stuff and the amazing connection and interaction between Alice and Dana. I don’t know of another writer that captures that as well as you do in both their thoughts and conversations. I love that Alice is still able to communicate — limited though it is. So sad, but, so true that Dana would prefer Alice bedridden and being able to talk. I gotta say: I’ve packed myself and had other folks do it and I prefer other folks doing it. I never thought I would, but, if you get good folks, it really is the way to go. I had one move where the mover actually fixed furniture that was broken before he put it in the truck. Look at me with my filler comments! ;-D I hope you are doing OK. I would so go to bed at 7 if I could swing it. Stupid work. In any case… Thanks for another incredible update to an amazing story, MT!!
heh I’ve stayed in my apartment for 12 yrs just cause I don’t want to pack, books and dvd’s alone would be a nightmare :)…Al’s comment about Shane building the bed took me right to when the three of them did the Love Boat commentary which was too effin funny…really great chap!!
beautiful!!!! great work. p.s hope everything is okay in life u really are a great writer :)
I haven’t commented in ages. Still love this story. It’s so poignant. Looking forward to reading more about the life story of Dana and Alice.
Loved it! No filler, don’t worry, this was great as always. Hope you feel better soon.
I love them! You’re writing is impeccable as always!Hope all is well with you! Sometimes you need to take time-out for yourself! I usually do it with wine, but that’s here nor there!!