For whatever reason, I was given a second home pass. By this time, my head wound was nearly healed, but there were still bandages for who knows why. When I left the hospital, I ripped off the bandage. Let the wound have air, I thought to myself. Let it heal on its own, quit giving it unneeded medicines.
I was a tad more direct than last time I visited home. I had my mom buy me cigarettes, threw out the patch the hospital had me on, and attempted to hang out with my brother. Sad, almost funny part was, I had no muscle control on the right side of my face. So, with each inhale, I couldn't really hold the smoke in my mouth. So, it just came out when it wanted. And, I chain smoked. Again, without having a reason, I smoked nonstop.
Again, I got to see everyone. The guy they said was my oldest brother, Leslie, he called. Who was this guy? I asked myself.
Jade was there, playing outside with Robert. People came to visit, some stayed, some came and went. Rob and Brandy shared the latest from her doctor visit, she was about 6 weeks pregnant. 6 weeks pregnant? I thought they'd tried for years with no success? And now, she's pregnant?
When I had a moment alone, I called him again. This time, I gave him my hospital phone number, so that we could keep in touch while I was still there. This time, my mom (I don't think) didn't know.
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