It does not stop him from talking. “Once you see how angelic I look, you will want to see what it feels like to wake up beside me.” I laugh. I did not want to but it was impossible to hold it in. “I assure you that I will not be thinking about that. Now count down from ten,” I demand. I turn the nozzle and the familiar hiss instantly calms nerves. “Ten, nine, eight, this is fun,” he says. “Seven, six…I hope…” “Keep counting” I demand. “Five….I hope…I hope I don’t wake up…” he slurs before his head leans to the side and I know he is out. It takes a few seconds before his words register in my mind. I hope I don’t wake up. What was that supposed to mean? Of course he did not mean it. He is heavily drugged; barley conscious when he said it. I bet I would say some stupid stuff under anesthesia. Dr. Clark shuffles to my side, “Thank you Anna. See you in an hour,” he says. “Did you hear him? Did you hear what he said?” I ask him because sometimes my brain goes haywire and I hear things incorrectly. “No I did not,” he grunts. His patience is running thin. “He said he did not want to wake up. Is that not a little peculiar?” He attempts a reassuring smile, which looks grotesque on his solemn
It does not stop him from talking. “Once you see how angelic I look, you will want to see what it feels like to wake up beside me.” I laugh. I did not want to but it was impossible to hold it in. “I assure you that I will not be thinking about that. Now count down from ten,” I demand. I turn the nozzle and the familiar hiss instantly calms nerves. “Ten, nine, eight, this is fun,” he says. “Seven, six…I hope…” “Keep counting” I demand. “Five….I hope…I hope I don’t wake up…” he slurs before his head leans to the side and I know he is out. It takes a few seconds before his words register in my mind. I hope I don’t wake up. What was that supposed to mean? Of course he did not mean it. He is heavily drugged; barley conscious when he said it. I bet I would say some stupid stuff under anesthesia. Dr. Clark shuffles to my side, “Thank you Anna. See you in an hour,” he says. “Did you hear him? Did you hear what he said?” I ask him because sometimes my brain goes haywire and I hear things incorrectly. “No I did not,” he grunts. His patience is running thin. “He said he did not want to wake up. Is that not a little peculiar?” He attempts a reassuring smile, which looks grotesque on his solemn