The next time I woke up in the hospital, I was very different. I felt better, but it was like the old me with little hurts here and there, but I was refreshed and better. Marvin and Larry sat on opposite sides of my bed. They had refused to go home, and it now looked like a competition about who cared the most. I loved the attention, I loved it, that anytime I woke up, I saw them by my bedside, but I knew it was selfish to let them keep acting up and acting strong.

“Marvin, please, I need you ...