My doorbell never rings. My heart started thumping inside my chest as I was thinking, 'what if, please if there is a God in the universe, let it be he...' as I was also slapping myself to get a grip on reality.Just as I opened the door I realized I was wearing my neon orange polyester sweatpants that no one has worn in a decade with my "Eat Shit and Die" marijuana brownie T-shirt of another earlier, bygone era. Of course, it was the incredible woman of my weeks of dreaming. She stared at my. But I still couldn't make any positive identification of either of them."How long have I been in here and when can I go home? No offense. You seem pretty nice and all, but I'd really like to go home."He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, "You keep the orange Jell-O down, heal a little bit more, and I'll see what I can do. Looks like you might need another pint or two, yet." He tapped the empty bag on my IV stand. It had been blood. A second, full bag of clear stuff hung next to it. "You had. More

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