Gas Runs Thicker

Nothing could have prepared me for the bomb my doctor dropped. I know he said that my parents didn't live twenty minutes away anymore, but damn. I never expected this. Doctor Davis sat me down and kept touching his beard as he talked. Then he told me. They really didn't live close anymore. I don't know why they thought it would ever be okay to leave me. Don't they care? Why would anyone even want to move there? Even the Australians hate NZ!
Someone knocked on my door. The nurse that was in my room straightening my sheets went to see who it was. She stood back and someone walked in. I watched him with wide eyes. He's changed a lot if he is who I think he is. His hair is past his chin, his chest looks firmer and he actually knows how to dress himself.
"Vic?" I asked hopefully.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath. I can't look that bad, right? "Wow."
"Is it my hair?" I rushed. "Have I got fat?"
"No, no. You look great." Phew. "It's weird seeing you."
"Awake?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's what I meant." he nodded.
I smiled widely back at him and stood up. I walked across the room to him and slowly wrapped my arms around Vic's neck. He looked a little shocked but pulled me to him. I reached up to kiss him. After I buried my face into his chest.
"Do you visit me often?" I asked into his shirt.
"Of course." he replied.
Now all I want to do is to go home. I wonder if my friends are still alive and kicking. I wonder if I can still fit into my Prada jeans. I wonder if my plant has died. Probably, Vic would never water it. He always hated it. I never really got why. Maybe it because Vic still kind of looks like he could live inside forever.
"Let's sit down." Vic urged. I nodded against him and we walked over to my bed. I sat and Vic sat down next to me. He looks a little nervous. Maybe he passed the collapsed nurse on his way in. "Can you . . . um . . . remember anything?" he asked.
"I can remember visiting my parents and being with my friends and going to college. I can remember us being together." I told him.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"No." I shook my head and heard Vic sigh from next to me. "I just want to go home." I admitted.
"Home with your parents? Or..." he trailed away.
"Home with you." I rolled my eyes.
"Soon." Vic told me and I saw a small smile cross his lips.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom." I said. I stood up and crossed the room to my bathroom. I went inside and splashed my face with water. The idea of me being tired is so ridiculous. I've been asleep for eleven years!
When I brought my head up I gasped. I screamed loud and started to hyperventilate. Right on the wall was a mirror. That can't really be my reflection, can it?
"What's going on?!" Vic rushed. He ran in and grabbed me by the shoulders, looking me over. "Are you hurt? Have you remembered? Do you need a tissue? A doctor? A catholic priest?" Vic rushed. I looked at him and started to cry hard. "Navi, talk to me!"
"I'm old!" I sobbed.
"That's it?" he sighed in relief and started to laugh.
"You don't understand!" I pulled away from him. "You've had years to get used to your old wrinkles!"
"I don't have wrinkles!" Vic countered.
"The last time I saw my reflection I was young and beautiful and I didn't even have a pimple! Not a single pimple in sight! Now I look like an old mummy! I'm old! I'm ugly!" I sobbed.
"I think you look fine." Vic said gently.
"I don't care what you think!" I exclaimed. "I'm an old hag! I have old lady lips!"
"You don't have old lady lips."
"You're just saying that." I sniffed.
"I mean it." Vic told me hopefully. "Why don't we go and sit down."
"You're only saying that because you think I'm too old to stand." I accused.
"If I thought you were too old to stand I'd carry you."
"But you're not? Why not? Am I ugly?" I rushed.
"No! You're not! You're pretty!"
"Just pretty?" I raised my eyebrows.
"I forgot you were like this," he grumbled. "You're beautiful! You're perfect!" Vic told me. He took me back into my room and sat me down on the bed. He looked at me and held my shoulders gently. "See you're fine." he soothed.
"I'm not." I sniffed.
"Please stop crying," he tried. "Would hitting me make you feel better? You can hit me! Try and knock me out!"
"You think I'm some violent banshee."
"I don't think you're banshee." he assured me.
"Really?"
"I promise." he told me warmly.
"Vic?"
"Yeah?" he asked with relief.
"What's a banshee?" I asked.
"I don't know."
"Then how do you know I'm not one."
"Because you're so un-banshee like. You don't give off a banshee vibe."
"Good." I frowned.
"Look, why don't I get a you a tissue. Your face is all wet and soggy." he told me. Vic went to get a tissue and I played with the hem of my gown.
"I think I'm emotional." I muttered.
"Really? Never!" he mocked. "You were less emotional that one time we went to Big Bear, had to drive an hour for your brand of tampons and you fell in a lake when you were trying to pick up your chocolate."
"I remember that," I smiled. "It was your fault."
"But-"
"It was your fault." I glared at him.
"Probably," Vic shrugged. "Catch!" he exclaimed and threw the box of tissues at me.
They slipped through my hands. My hands fumbled but the box hit my face, the corner going right into my eye. "Ouch!" I exclaimed.
"Shit!" Vic grumbled. "Your bleeding!"
He's right I am. I looked at my finger tips and saw blood. "I'm blind!" I yelled.

Notes

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