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Kimi quickly stood up and closed the phone book She grabbed her purse and checkbook, and an overnight bag she had ready to go in the closet then looked at Trace, Stay here, watch Tess, If anything brakes I'm billing your uncle." And with that she marched out the door. "Tess, I'll be back soon, I just need to drop off this stuff at work." She lied to keep the girl calm and happy.

Minutes later she pulled into the hospital's parking lot and was shown up to Demmy's room. The new girl was there and Demmy was still asleep, they had him hooked up really well and he looked like he would be okay. "Here there, Want me to take care of that?" She took the stack of paperwork from the table and placed it on her own lap so that she could get started. Her office gave her and her immediate family heath insurance so she would have to make out the paperwork so that he was her brother. "It's nice to see you Val, Next time he passes out, call me." She glaced up at the girl from her dancing pen and smirked. "What did they say was wrong with him this time?"

Kimi nodded She was a quick writer and it was not long before she had all of the paper work completed. She knew everything about Demmy he might as well have been her brother, She knew his family, his history, his eating habits. They were very close. After everything was ready to go she Walked into the writing room and opened her bag taking out another folder of paper work, but this was for work. She wrote things down in an elegant precise pen that gave an air of wisdom and education. "You didn't have to say Wife, They'll think he's a *****." She said quietly and glanced up at her raising an eyebrow.

" I didn't, uh..." I looked down at the sneakers I'd laced firm to my feet before making my leave earlier. "I didn't think it would, er...what I mean is that I think..." For whatever reason the situation left me without even the simplest of words. I took a breath and started again, wishing I was able to take it all back, to hose off the canvas and find myself back in the dorm room unpacking my things and staying out of everyone else's business. "What I mean is that I don't think I was...thinking." I prayed someone would give me a break. I was hardly old enough to drive and yet I was sitting in a hospital arguing over my imaginary husband. Another shiver ran cool down my back. Marriage was not a subject I could take lightly, the way many other people do. It is a belief of mine that you should have some kind of idea of permanency with the person you wish to marry to be sure you are ready to vow a lifetime of love and dedication to them. "Mrs. Convivial?" the nurses voice stirred me out of the sea of distraction I had lost myself in. I nodded toward Kimi and stumbled toward the desk. "Yes?" I nearly didn't finish the word, having been cut off by her pointer finger snapping up to signify one second as she used the other hand to scribble something on a clipboard. She set down the pen and looked up at me. "Can I have some identification, ma'am?"
"I...uh, he...left it at home,"
"Your identification, sweetie." she placed one hand on her hip and flipped a piece of hair from covering her left eye.
"I don't...have it. I was in a rush to get here because I didn't know what was wrong with him and I was just so worried that if I didn't take him soon enough that something horrible would happen and...and..." It felt like my eyes were cracking. I cried a little, to add effect.
"Shhh... hon' quit your worryin' it's fine for now, alright?"
I nodded and sat back down.

I coughed, spewing nothing but dry air. "The procedure went well, you're going to be fine." What time is it? I almost asked. My eyes opened and closed, and I became unsure of whether or not I wanted to be awake. "Just relax," the nurse fluffed an unfamiliar feeling pillow beneath my head. My eyes adjusted, and automatically noted the young woman's content, yet eager, face. She had on a smooth layer of clear mascara, something you'd only notice if the person had very light, blonde lashes. Beneath them were deep, cool blue eyes. "What..." I coughed, gagging a bit on the saliva that had finally conjured up in my mouth, "what...uh...time is it?" She smiled and held a gleaming silver watch a few feet from her face. "3:45," she unfolded a blanket from the chair beside my bed and smoothed it across my starchy white sheet. The blanket she was tucking me into was colored much like one I'd encountered in Tess's room last evening, then realized that it was exactly the same, and certainly not the kind of thing that would belong to a hospital. "Where did that come from?" I gestured toward the comforter. "Oh, your wife brought that in half an hour ago," I noticed now an adorable southern twang in her voice..."wait my wife?" I choked. "Yeah," she said, adjusting the curtains separating me from a sickly elderly woman, "sure are lucky to have a girl like that. Sweet thing, she is. And I reckon she's pretty lucky herself," she winked. I pretended to have an idea of what she meant, then remembered what had happened previous to my operation.

"Nice to see you, Kimi," I sighed. The nurse paid no mind to my guest and continued to straighten up the area. "If there is anything else you need, there's a button right there on the arm of the bed, hon', just press it and someone'll be up soon as you need 'em," she reassured me, tucking another pillow under my head. "Thank you," I muttered. She turned and walked out. "So," I smirked, "where's my wife?" Just as I spoke the door opened again and in walked the new girl.

I bit my lip and carried the tray from the cafeteria in and placed it on Demetri's bedside table. "Sorry," I murmured under my breath, then stepped back. I felt ashamed for having not brought something up sooner, and for the fact that what I'd brought him looked disgusting, even for hospital food.

Gab smelled Pizza, lots of Pizza. He followed the Pizza guy upstairs and laughed when he saw that it was for him. He let himself into Tess's room right after the door slammed shut. "Was that really necessary? Slamming really?" He rolled his eyes and went to seat beside the Pizza stack. HE opened one up and raised an eyebrow before taking a few slices about a third of the pie out at once and biting into it. "Marshmallows? Kimi would never approve..." He laughed and continued to eat. "Delicious..." Gab sighed leaning back on the couch and kicking off his shoes.

Kimi glanced at the food brought by the new girl. "You don't have to eat that, we can order out..." She said and took out her cell phone. "Oh, I have to go. If we don't have a gig tonight I have to work." She kissed Demy’s forehead and took her card out of her back pocket slipping it into the girl's hand. "If anything happens call me. " She instructed. "When you find out when they are going to release him call me. And when you want anything call me." He patted the girl's shoulder then walked out. She was quick and within ten minutes all ready at work and busy making copies.

The thought of looking at Trace had never occurred to Gab. To the boy, Trace was dead. It was a fact of life. He had left them and would never, ever come back. And so not once did he looked the older boy in the eyes or even look at him for that matter. He wolfed down the pizza in his hand and took another third out of the box; making quick work of that too. "I guess marshmallows aren’t bad... just weird." He said with a full mouth. Gab was in denial. When Trace had left it had jarred him both mentally and physically, he didn't eat at all in that first week. He was a wreak. Trace had been his father figure, and he was abandoned.