"Taylor?"
"Saralynn?"
"I figured I'd call and see how you're doing."
He ran a hand through his hair. "It's hard giving it all up. But I'm doing it... For you."
"For me? Don't do this for me. Do it for you."
"I'd rather do it for you. I know I don't know you all that well, but I feel as though we've got some bond. It may be love, it may be physical attraction, but whatever it is, I want you."
"You want me?"
"I want to make love to you."
"Well, maybe when you get out of there. How about that?"
"Is that a promise?"
"Maybe."
He closed his eyes, trying to picture her. He'd try even harder now.
"Zachary Hanson?"
"Who is it?"
"I need to know where Zachary Hanson is. Do you know where he is?"
"Of course I know. I am him. Who are you and what do you want?"
"Oh, okay. I'm Tara."
"Well, Tara, what is your job and why are you here?"
"I deliver flowers. I've got some for you."
"Oh, okay. Just set them down somewhere. I'm blind, so don't ask me where."
"You're that kid from that band, right?"
"Yeah, Hanson. Kindly put down the flowers and go away."
"Can I get your autograph?"
"I can't see to write it, so no."
"Well, you're no fun."
"Well, you're annoying! Please leave!"
"Okay, okay."
He hated people sometimes.
He loved Krystle so much. He was glad that they were engaged, but he wanted to be married to her as soon as possible. He was scheduled to be released from the hospital later that day. Krystle was coming to pick him up.
He formulated a plan and set about packing up what few things he had with him at the hospital. Hopefully he would be a married man before Christmas, which was but two days away.
"Taylor, with the progress you've made, you may be out of here very soon."
"How soon?"
"Well, depending on the results of the tests today, you may be out of here tomorrow."
He bit his lip in anticipation. "Really?"
"Really. For your sake, I hope you do. You don't seem to like this place much."
"Was it that obvious?"
"Yeah. So, I'll see you later for those tests, okay?"
"Okay, Doctor."
He watched Doctor Harmond leave and realized that he was the only person he really liked here. He sat down on his bed and picked up the Billboard magazine that he had borrowed from the rec room. Wreck room was more like it.
He flipped through the pages of the magazine hoping that he could go home for Christmas.
"Zac, why aren't you dressed?"
"Mom?"
"Yes, dear. You're coming home today. Isn't that nice?"
"How come no one told me?"
"I just did."
"Mother."
"Zachary."
He sank back into his pillow. He didn't know if he wanted to go home. He's almost gotten used to the silence.
"Krystle, how about we get married tonight?"
"Isaac, are you still on medication?"
"No. I'm serious. I love you. I want our first Christmas as man and wife to be this Christmas."
"Isaac, I..."
"Please? Nothing could mean more to me."
"Oh, fine. Anything for you to wipe that puppy dog pout off your face."
"Is that the only reason?"
"No. But, it's the only reason I'll tell you for now. I'll tell you the other reason later."
"Tell me now!"
"That look again! Fine. I'll tell you. I want my wedding ring."
He smiled. "And that you shall get, my beloved."
"Y'know, sometimes you're almost too much, but I still love you."
He leaned back against the seat and enjoyed the ride home.
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