I Fell in Love with Hope - Lancali

“Me?”
Eric rolls a bandage around my wound.
“You’re paraphrasing Shakespeare.”
“Neo paraphrases Shakespeare.”
“To insult people.”
“Isn’t that dramatic?”
“That’s my point. Now get.” He slaps the uninjured side of my arm,
rubbing a disinfectant wipe over his hands. “And make sure Sony
doesn’t go chasing
cats. She rests, or I take that flea bugger to the pound.”
“Please don’t take Hee.”
“What?”
“You said you’d take Hee.”
“Who’s Hee?”
“The flea bugger.”
“Go away, Sam.”
“Alright.”
Eric turns his back, putting a stethoscope around his neck and
gesturing to another nurse so they can get back to work.
I flex the muscles in my forearm. It doesn’t hurt. Pain and I have a
reasonable agreement. Pain is jealous. As long as I don’t feel
anything else, it’s content staying at bay.