Elucidating Questions

Fevered thoughts, cold rooms, hard chairs.

Needles, pokes, prods, questions. Many questions.

Sitting, waiting thinking in silence as the pain seers through.

Blankets and kind people, a blur of names not remembered, but appreciated.

Tests and tests and tests.

Time spent wishing for a hand to stroke the hair or a distraction to talk to and feel more solid.

Ears ringing. Nothing serious, but the pain is real, nothing serious but the fever is real, nothing serious but the exhaustion is real.

Nothing serious, but the loneliness was real.

Until there was someone to talk to.

May have purposefully jinxed his sport to get the attention, worth it to have someone to talk to while the last few hours ticked on.

Exhaustion.