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She rubbed
her temples, as if she h ad a headache. “Every day!
Concussions, broken legs, bruised butts! Do I need to go
on?”
    I shook my head. My mind was trying to process
what she said. Concussions? Broken legs? This couldn’t be the
Family for Troubled Kids.
    “ OH this isn’t the FTK by the
way,” She said, as if reading my mind, “We’re at Hope
Hospital.”
    “ Wait the hospital?” I asked,
astonished.
    She laughed in a sort of hyena way, “Of course
silly! Tabitha couldn’t handle an unconscious boy!”
    “ Wait!” I said, “I was
unconscious?”
    “ Well of course!” She squeaked.
“What do you think happened?”
    To be honest, I had no idea. I couldn’t
remember a thing. “I don’t know.” I said.
    “ I would expect so.”
    “ I’m hungry!” I said, suddenly
recognizing my hurting stomach, for pangs of hunger.
    “ Well I would think so!” She
admonished. “What being knocked out for two days!”
    “ What!” I had sudden fumes of
anger towards Sanjit.
    But my anger was quickly replaced by my
desperation for food, as she placed a giant plate of food in front
of me. It was loaded with roast potatoes, two giant chicken
drumsticks, a handful of vegetables and a lake of gravy slathered
on top.
    Usually I would of turned my nose at the
vegetables, but this time I was so hungry I didn’t care.
    I piled food into my mouth. I was soon done
and asking for a second helping.
    In the end, I had eaten three helpings of food
and six cups of chocolate milk.
    Sighing contently, I laid back into a sleeping
position.
    But a boy interrupted my visions of
sleep.
    He poked his head inside the door and I caught
a flash of black hair and a glimpse of dark brown eyes.
    It was Sanjit.
     
     
     
     
    Harrison
    XIII
     
    “ They caught my Mum yesterday.”
Darryl informed me, with a neutral tone in his voice.
    “Aren’t you sad?” I asked disbelievingly. I
know I would feel terrible if Mum went to jail.
    “Not really,” he said, “We weren’t exactly
best buddies!” His voice was dripping with too much excess
sarcasm.
    “Oh.” I said.
    He sighed and adjusted his position on the
hospital bed.
    I don’t usually mind hospitals, but this place
was eerily quiet. It made me wonder about the quality of the
service here.
    But Darryl didn’t seem to mind so it must be
okay. But then again his mother was evil and he’d lived in tiny
houses for years.
    “So, how’s school?” Darryl asked, interrupting
my conscious-self wars.
    “Only you would think of that!” I informed
him.
    He shrugged, and looked at me
pointedly.
    I sighed. “Same old, same old.” I
said.
    Darryl looked pleased with that answer. I
shook my head, reminding myself that this was the guy who punished
himself for getting anything less than his favorite number, one
hundred and three. In school all his marks had to be at least one
hundred and three percent.
    Darryl opened his mouth as if he wanted to say
something, when Nurse Kate walked in. She smiled at me, making my
stomach happy with queasiness, and gave Darryl a tray of
food.
    “ Do you want some?” She squeaked
at me.
    I looked at Darryl happily enjoying his tuna
sandwich and shook my head.
    “ No thanks,” I told her, “I don’t
like tomatoes.”
    She shrugged and left the room.
    I looked at Darryl, in what I thought was an
expectant look.
    “ What?” he asked.
    I had thought wrong.
    “ You were about to say something
when Nurse Kate came.” I reminded him. He looked confused for a
while, but then a look of remembrance washed over his
face.
    “ Oh right...Umm…” He struggled to
remember, “Oh got it!” He announced, proudly, “Um...How goes
training?”
    I smiled. I wondered if I could show him
without looking like a show-off, but being a show-off.
    “ I could probably show you if
you’d want?”
    He nodded excitedly.
    I had hit the jackpot!
    I formed an image in my mind.
    A little drop of fire appeared above Darryl’s
eyes. Then, the ball grew long tentacles