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"Watch," the blonde's voice resonated "Look at James's heart rate Whenever I come into the room it speeds up I did it when he was in the co, isn't that cool?"

I opened uely familiar people were in the roo and turned their attention to ood-looking lady said She looked like the younger blonde, but wiser, more weathered, the first hint of crow's feet etched the corner of her eyes Her hair wasn't as wild but she was dresseda low cut blouse that tied between raised and tucked breasts Though I couldn't define cleavage, I knehat I saw I'h the first step of a long and painful recovery

The other person, an unremarkable male, ould have blended into the wall if the other two didn't prod him, spoke: "How are you son?" He patted led to describe my father, especially in the shadow of the older blonde How do you describe a white wall on which adays, after I was moved into an ordinary room, life resumed with some semblance of routine Physical therapy was heaped upon physical therapy; on occasion Dr Whatever his nas in square holes

At night, either of the blondes or my father visited, always at least one of them, sometimes two, and once even the three I complained that I didn't understand why I was in the hospital "Why are they keeping et out of here," I complained to my father "I'd heal faster at home," I reasoned with the older blond

"Where is home?" she asked

"Home is home," I answered I hadn't a clue

"Be honest doctor, what's Janosis?" I heard the older blond ask Dr Whatever She cornered hiht I was asleep

"None of James' superficial injuries pose any probleed up, he will require physical therapy - ery His brain injury has e - it's too early to say We'll be transferring Jareat brain injury unit Then we can evaluate the dain recovery