Happy Birthday Canada!

Mood : Amused
Listing to: I kissed a girl : Katy Perry

It's canada day! AND I won my bet!
Shay (Scott) made a bet with me that I couldn't do everything I was supposed to with my rehab and resting with out grumbeling.
But I did it.
I almost went mad being complaent, and I wanted my lap top back so I had no choice.
But I have it back now, and the bet is over so I have days of sclience to make up for, watch out!

Scott was with me yesterday, because Greg got called to work, and she brought Aaden with her, that kid is like the light of my life.
Sure he's only five, but I'll be damned if he isn't the smarste five year old alive.
I was telling Scott about all these awful trends kids are faced with.
Like the Spice Girls, Pogs, Pokemon, Cell phones, Ipods and MP3 players, and I asked her how she planned to keep Aaden from falling victum to things like these when he starts school in the fall.
She has no idea, so thank god she has me.

The mian one I worry about with him is the cell phone crisis. What child needs a friggin cell phone? Seriously, who are they gonna call? Their booker? Hardly.
So I've been telling Aaden the awful side of cell phones, like the give you brain cancer.
Pogs were just idiotic pieces of cardboard, thankfully their not "in" anymore.
Spice Girls...gah... don't even get me started. Yeah, okay, they started the whole "gril power" thing, good for them. Thats nice. But gah, try as I might I just couldn't force myself to like them. And when I heard of them trying to tour again last year, I nearly poked my eyes out. I kept Aaden away from the TV for a while, he doesn't need to be exposed to that.
Pokemon is just rediculaous.
Ipods and Mp3 players are good, I have one myself, it's my life line, but I'm older. Aaden is five! He should be out playing in the mud or running around, riding his bike, old fashioned things we did as kids.
Now kids are running around with cell phones, singing some Slouja Boy mess, walking with a "gangsta lean", girls are dressing like little hoockers in traning.
Which bring me to ask, WHAT ARE YOU PARENTS THINKING!!!!!!!
You are ruining your children!

Thinking of this wants me to try and talk Scott into making Aaden live in a bubble the rest of his life and keep him out this messed up world we live in.
It's a true concern for me, Scott just likes to think that all kids are sweet and cute, and yeah they are..well most of them. But 50% of the "sweet and cute" kids will end up muggin us on the street when they get older and get money to support their drugs habbits.
Children just simply are not safe anymore, and I totally blame the parents.
But i know Aaden will turn out fine from the parenting end, Scott is a good mom, she's just to optamistic, she doesn't look at the down side of anything.

Scott is a dreamer, and I'm a realist. Thats why we're good friends, we balance each other out. She shows me her "happy go lucky" world, and I keep her down to earth with my reality checks.
Same goes for me and Greg. He doesn't see the good in much, where as I don't, but I never forget the other end of the spectrum. So when i see his point of veiw, I also show him the other side, the slightly more happy side.
I bring that into his life, which I think he is thankful for.
I know thats why me make such a great pair.
Though there are days when we just want to kill each other, because we both are stubrron. I've made stubbron-ness a way of life, I don't give in, ever. Nor does he, so we have some nasty fights, but thats good.
People who never fight are in a unhealthy realtionship, because when you lose that self control just that one time, the explosion will be enough to put Chornobyl to shame. Pent up ager is one of the most deadly wepons on the face of this earth.
We don't have that issue.

With rehab, worring about Aaden, Greg and Scott, I'm a busy person.
AND now I'm coming up with ways to get to Jason (Scott's "husband") to either step up and be a dad, or I have to figure out how to get rid of him.
Threats work nicely, I think i'll go now and think of some.
Enjoy.

I win!!

Mood: pissed off
Drinking: coffee
Lisiting to: Ronan Hardiman - Lament

This was getting on my nerves.
My leg hurt, I mean really hurt. I'm pretty tough when it comes to pain, I can hadel a lot of it, but this is enough to make me wanna tear my hair out.
I don't wanna be here, if I'm going to suffer, then I wanna suffer in my bed, in my house.
Not here, in this hospital.
I work here, do I really have to live here too?
I just wanted to go home.

I was fed up with my cohorts, sending them away when they try and check on my leg.
If they don't leave when I ask them to, then I get a tad bit annoyed (surpise, surpise eh?) and yell at them. If they don't leave after that and perist on trying to inject me with something to make me complacent, then I get violent.
I broke Dr. Harmin's nose and called Hayle from my cell, telling him to keep his staff away from me, or he'd have to hire a whole new crew.
He told me to shut up and stop whineing.
Well Hayle, it's your staff...if they get hurt then you can't say I didn't warn you.

Greg has been so good with me, he just grins and nods when i have a fit or start to yell at various annoyances.
He is really the only reason I've stayed sane and wasn't moved to the top floor, thought Dr. Harmin suggested it a few times.
He's thinking about asking Hayle if I can be sent home - well not really my home, but be moved to his place so he can keep close taps on my recovery.

"Woudl you really be okay with that?" He asked, sitting on the side of my bed, holding my hand.
"Yeah, I mean it's better then going to my appartment." He grinned "Well good, and Hayle I'm sure is just itching to get you out of here. Not to mention the staff."
I sighed. "I wish I could say I'm sorry for hitting Harmin, but I'm not. He's a jackass and has had that coming for months now. I'm just sorry I didn't do it sooner"
Greg brust out laughing. "It was by far one of the best things I've ever seen." His deep blue eyes glicened as he help my stare.

Just looking at him, listing to him talk, or even having him hold my hand makes me feel things that I've only ever read about.
There feelings have been here for a while now, but i've ignored them, and sometimes I drank them down.
But now that I don't have to, it's hard to get adjusted to that. The fact I can express such things freely and know that the feelings are returned would be comforting to most people.
Not for me, it's more frightning then anything on this earth.
And I don't understand that is.

He slowly began to lean in and my mind raced, my pulse picked up and I thought my heart was going to bust right through my chest.
Just kissing him makes me feel higher then any drug, or alcohol can on this earth...it's amazing how one person can affect you on such a level.

When he pulled away I sighed, all the resantment left me in that moment. A big grin came across his face. "Is that all it take to calm you down?"
I shrugged, and grined back. "What can I say? I actually like you, all these other idiots can bite me." We both started to laugh.

Our walls are still built high and strong, it'll take a while before we both can really trust our feelings, and get used to them for that matter.
We just kept laughing and smiling, losing ourselves in each others eyes when Hayle burst through the door.
"Okay Brennan! Thats it!" He roared. His black hair was tossled, his dark eyes looked frantic and his hard facial fetautres held an expression of frustation.
I gave him my inncoent I-didn't-do-anything- look, and Greg stifled a snicker.
"Your going home! Right now! You've given me and the staff nothing but hell sense you were admited. You'll be under Witters care. You're lucky i don't fire your ass!!" His shouting I was sure could have been heard all through the place, my he's a loud man when he wants to be.
"Aw, calm down. It could have been wrose. You could have been my attending" I smirked and winked at him.
"I would have killed you." He roared and spun on his heal to leave. "Get her ready, we're discharing her" he grunted and the door shut behind him.
"Check mate- I win" I grinned and with that Greg helped get me packed up and within half an hour I was out of there.
Harmin watched me as I left, I blew him a kiss as Shay wheeled me out of the hospital doors, and his face went from pale, to crimson with anger.
I laughed my ass off....and I was sooo happy to be out there.

Now, I'm resting on Gregs sofa. This thing is huge, and comfy too. Yeah, this is deffinatly better then my apparment. Shay is here with me, she find it weird being in Witter's house...but she just wants to make sure I don't change my mind...and keeping an eye on me for a bit.
Aaden is here too, my godson. He came with Shay when she heard I was being discharged.
He's growing so much...I can't believe it.
I love that kid, he's my boy alright.
Greg even likes him...poor Shay, she's got her hands full.
Get used to it Scott....your boy is going to grow up to be like us...just like old times Shay, enjoy them while they last.

One way track

Mood: Tired
Lisiting to: When you were young -The Killers
Weather: Rainy

So, yesterday Scott finally went home for a bit.
About bloody time too, even though she was back sooner then I expected.

"What are you doing back so soon?" I asked, with a puzzled expression.
She nodded at me "Where's Witter?"
"Coleman needed him for a counsle." I raised an eyebrow at her.

I did have to admit, she looked better.
She didn't look as tired, and she was back in her everyday fancy clothes.
Black silk dress shirt, a gray pencil skirt, and red high heals.
How the girl can walk in thoes things I'll never understand, hell I trip in kicks for gods sake.

She sat down in her chair with a smile on her face, she pulled out a faded peice of paper from her purse and gave it to me.
"Take a look, I found it in my jewelry box."
I gave her a "what the hell?" kind of look and carfully opened the paper.

The words were written in pen, and the context almost made me choke.
It was my good-bye poem I wrote her when I was fifteen.
I wrote it the night I chose to try and take my own life.
I blinked back the tears and began to read each painful line my teenage soul could come up with.

One way Track:
My time has come
I have to grow, I have to run

I'll take a one way track

So with a heavy heart
I close my eyes, and we depart

I wont be back, it's a one way track

My heart bleeds as what I knew fades away
My mind reels, but I know this is the only way
To lose my past, my pain and dismay

My salvation is this one way track

Forgive me holy father, I know not what I do
Forgive me of my sins, I'm coming home to you

Along this one way track

Now I am no more then a memorie
Don't shed a tear for me
This is how it was ment to be

My turn in life ends, around the bend, on the one way track.



The night I wrote this, I was going to end it all.
I gave it to her as she left my house, I had everything ready.
I just couldn't do it, which hurt more then anything I was feeling before that moment.
Scott never knew what my real intentions with this poem were, she thought I was just in a dark creative mood.
No, the poem isn't very visual or insiteful of the level of pain behind the words, but that was the point.
She couldn't worry if it was farily harmless, but still the point was made.

My head swam with that emitons that came flooding back to me.
I can't believe she kept this, why would she? Why'd she have to show it to me now? This is one point in my past that I never wanted to relive.
I did everything to forget it, and I did good, until now.

My eyes filled with tears, tears from the old sting of the pain, from all self-loathing I used to feel, and tears the current regret that now filled me.
I never really wanted to die, but when I was younger I saw no other way out.
Yeah, I drank, I cut myself, all that typical rebellious teenage jazz, but it left me worse then what I was.
I used that pain, chanelled it into writting. Stories, poems and songs.
I took up music, I needed things I could lose myself in.
Eventually none of it worked.
So everything boiled down to that night.
But...I was just too afride.
Which just made me hate myself even more.

"Shannon?" I shook my head, I got completely lost in my daze, I forgot Shay was still there. I looked up at her, and it wasn't until then I noticed I was crying.
Oh, lovely.
"Whats wrong" She asked. "Are you sore?" She was ready to jump out of her chair and go get Greg or Coleman.
Shake it off, it was along time ago, forget about it. I scolded myself

"Naw, I'm okay. Just I forgot I worte this" I tried my best to laugh and tossed the paper aside.
She stood up, and the look she gave me told me she knew. She knew then, and she knows now.
"Not as strong as you thought you were" She mused with a smug smile.
My eyes norrwed and I just shrugged it off.

She turned up my morphine for me, cause I actually was in quite a bit of phycial pain....you know having your leg ripped open can cause that.
I watched her sit back down, thoes brown eyes drilled into my eyes, and I couldn't help but wonder what she saw in them.
I kept her stare for a while, until the drugs made it impossibal to stay coherant.
I fell into a groggy slumber, in some ways thankful to be able to sleep this trip down memoy lane off.

Damn that Coleman.....

Is exactly what came out of my mouth when I woke up yesterday from my surgery.

I was high, of course. So I was swimming in a sea of drugs and all I could think was "damn that Coleman".
I didn't know I was saying it out loud though, until Scott oh so nicely brought it to my attetnion.

"Oh would you shut up!?" She yelled from her chair (where she's spent the majority of her time).
"Huh?" I asked, completely surpised and dazed, I was hardly even aware of her in the room till she spoke.
She leaned forward and took my hand. "Coleman didn't mess up, you're going to be fine. So stop cursing him."
Hmm...she seemed annoyed, I wonder why.

So yeah, I stopped saying it, but for some reason I was mad at him and I couldn't figure out why.
He did a good job- he must have, the pain was unreal, which ment he did it right.
I had just woken up about an hour after the surgery was done, so I was still groggy from being put under add that to the drugs and, well, you'd think you were acid. So of course I wouldn't be making much sense.

A while after that Coleman came in.
He smiled at me (and I was still high as a kite).
I didn't smile back, I just looked away from him.
He cleared his throat.
"So, how are you?" He asked, he sounded happy ...well good for him.
I rolled my eyes at him and grunted.
"You were dropped a lot as a baby weren't you?" I slurred.
"What?" He asked, his brows pulled together and he looked very surpised at my druged attempt at an outburst.
"I just had my leg ripped open -twice. How do fink I feel?" My trys to speak clrealy didn't work, so I gave up.

He nodded at me and just checked some things over and when he was done with that he turned to leave.
"See, the less you talk the more I like you!" was my good-bye to my cohort. He just gave me a "your lucky your stuck in that bed" look and walked out.

Scott hit my arm. " Are you nuts!? Can't you be nice to him, I know your high but geez."
I laughed. "Be nice? I'd reather play leap frog with a unicorn."
"God, I can't want until you get better" she said with an eye roll.
I grinned. "Aw, come on. You love me, even when I'm being a bitch. You wouldn't be glued to my bedside if you didn't."
"Luck for you, and I'm not the only one glued to your side you know." was her responce.
She flung herself back into her chair.

I got quite after that, everything started to slowly wear off.
I just layed there, staring up at the ceiling, letting my thoughts become clear.
It was like being under water and then swimming up to the surface.
It took a while, but my mind fianlly broke through the daze.

I still couldn't figure out why I was mad at Coleman.
So in a way I felt bad for what I said.
But Scott or Greg should have known how I would act, they should have put tape on my mouth.
Well... this is, after all, a learn as you go job.

Skelitons in the closet part two

Okay, I left off calling Coleman and idiot.
I'll spear you the rest of the that conversation and just cut to the reason why I got so mad.

My father was a jerk. He stayed for my sister, who is quite older then me, and shortly after I was born he left.
He stayed around for a while, but when I came along..so did the abuse.
He beat my mom, and my sister.
He had to stay up with me one night and I was only a few months old, sick with something.
I wouldn't stop crying, so he put me in a cardboard box (in the middle of winter) and left me outside at the end of the drive way.
Mom says she woke up that morning looking for me, until she heard a baby crying out side- which is where she found me.
Good times, good times.

So, my dad's family was no better.
His parents are jerks, I hate them.
His sister can go play in trafic- I have no use for her. We can't look at each other without trying kill one an other.
His brother- the one Coleman found, I've never met.
I've heard of him, but I've never seen him.
Mom say's he's the best one in that whole damn family, but if he was good, then why couldn't he keep a better eye on his borther?

Yeah, so I'm not looking forward to this.
What makes it worse, is that Greg learned my chilhood sob story in a way that I didn't plan on.
But oh well.

When everyone left my room for a while to let me cool off, I asked Scott if she'd go to my office and get my keyboard (portable piano) I needed to calm down, and music is my outlet.

She brought it to me, and I began to play "Ka-Ching" by Shina Twain, no normally I don't like that type of music (i.e country) but this is such a good song, and it makes a point.
How people have become greedy, with money and spending habits.
But it has such a nice melody.. I just love it.

My eyes closed and I let the song I played fill me.
I sung the lyrics (yes- I can sing too, I get that from my mother)
And Scott stayed with me, I could feel her preanse... she just stayed with me, lisitng to me play and sing.

I was about half way through the song when the other sound I heard was the "whoosh" of the door to my room.
I ignored it.
I didn't stop playing, or singing, and just kept my eyes closed.
I wasn't ready yet to deal with them, and I knew they wouldn't interupt me.
When I'm in my zone, no one bothers me.

I could feel their eyes on me, I could tell they were watching me.
I could feel Greg in the room, I can't explane how that works.
It's like, I can just tell it's him, as if I'm just tuned to him.
When I enter a buliding, and if he's there, I can feel his preanse around me, it's an odd thing.
I let that feeling fill me up as well.
I saw his face behind my closed eyes, and that made me smile through the song.

Like most good thing, my distraction ended.
I sighed, that goofy love-struck smile was still on my face.
I opened my eyes, and looked at people standing in my room.

Greg was leaning agianst the wall, Chris was on his left, and Coleman at his right.
My mother and random stranger (who I assumed to be my unkown uncle) were at the foot of my bed.

The man was tall, broad shouldered, with sharp facial features.
His hair was black, and somewhat long. It curled behind his ears.
He wore a t-shirt and black dress pants.
His eyes were hazel....I had his eyes.

"She play's like her father." He said softly.
My eyes narrowed at him. "And what your name?" I asked.
He looked uncomfortable, tense. His eyes hardened a bit and he sighed.
"Nathan." he grinned a little. " I know you don't know me, but your mother has kept me informed about you, Shannon. Or should I say Dr. Brennan?"
"Does it matter?" I retorted.
He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. "Not really."
I grunted at him.

My mother sat on the end of my bed, and told me of how she kept telling him of me because he was the only one who cared.
He just never got invloved with me becasue he was afride that it would bother me, and so on.

After that little bit was out of the it was time to get down to business.
"So, Nathan" Greg began, and he walked over to my side and took my hand.
My hreat rased a bit as he did, even the slightest touch from him made me feel all fuzzy inside.
It's werid, but I like it.

"What do you think, do we do the surgery or not?" He looked into Nathan's eyes.
Nathan shrugged again. "Pros and cons?"
"Wait, wait." I blurted out. "Who's doing this procedure anyway. I know it's wont be you" I looked Greg in the eye. "Your to emotionally attached, and that when mistakes get made." I used his logic agianst him with a grin.

"You pick who you want" Greg said softly.
I nodded and looked at Coleman. "Fine then, he's doing it"
"Me? Why me?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Because, you like me enough not to kill me or mess up like some of these guys would, spiteful little bastards they are. AND you're scared enough of me I know you wont mess up, cause then I'd have to kill you." I added with a grin.
"Well when you put it like that, then sure!" his fake enthusiasim was great.

"Okay!" Greg said again. "Nathan wanted to know the pros and cons. Well here they are.
Pro - you might be able to use the leg again.
Pro- even if you don't, you'll heal better and less chance of infection.
Con- It'll be painful
Con- If something goes wrong the side effects could be worse then the injury it's self."

"Riiiight." Nathan said. "I think we should try it."
Greg looked down at me. "Not that your oppiuon matters, but what do you think?"
"Well....if you were doing the surgery for me, and I said no, would you knock me out and do it anyway?" I asked him.
He smiled a bit and nodded. "Yeah, pretty much."
"Well then, I'm game. Sounds like a good time."
"Good choice" he chuckled and kissed me.


Well surgery for me bright and early tomrrow morning- goody.
So until then I'm just going to play on my keyboard and try not to kill anyone, should be fun.

Skelitons in the closet.

Mood: Odd

Lisitning to: Ka-Ching

Drinking: Labatts Blue.



Gah, i'm so bored.
I guess boredum is good right now.
Let me share this eventful morning with you.



Okay, so I didn't sleep well last night at all and I woke up early this morning.

Scott was still sleeping in her chair, but Greg was awake.



"Morning" He grinned at me when I opened my eyes.

"Morning" I mumbled back, rubbing my face with my hands.

He stood over me looking at my face, his eyes were couldy and his lips were pulled down in a frown.

"You're in pain." he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

I grunted at him and rolled my eyes. "Well, just a little. I have a rather nasty paper cut after all."

"I don't know if the attitude is a good thing or not" he grumbled, as he put on his lab coat.

"It means I'm still alive, and not in too much pain to be my usual self. I think it's a good sign"

He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. "Right. Well i'm off to work, Hayle's on my ass for letting my files pile up." With that said he bent down to kiss me, and off he went.



Well good, now that Mr. Mom is gone, maybe I can get more comfortable Brennan style.

Greg left his cane by my bed, he didn't need it today, lucky for me.

I grabbed thecane and smacked scott's leg with it.

She gasped and nearly jumped out of her chair. "What happend?" she asked, looking wide-eyed at me.



I laughed. "Wake up, I need a hand."

Yeah, she knew I was up to something.

"Why, what are you doing?" Her eyes narrowed as she stood up.

"I'm gonna rob a bank, I need a get away car, and your the driver." I spat, rolling my eyes. "No seriously. Help me up."



Her brown eyes almost bugged out of her head and she tried to pin me down by the shoulders.

"Are you insane?" she scolded me

"Yeah, totally." I pushed her back a bit. "Either you help me up, or I'll fight you off and get up that way. But it's your choice."

She gave the "your going to regret this" look, but she did as I asked, and took my hand and pulled me up.



"Okay your up, now what did you plan on doing?" She had one arm around my waist and I leand on her.

"We're going on an adventure." Is all I told her.

She grumbled and let me lead her to where I wanted to go.



I took a detor, avoiding Witter's office.

He'd have an anurisim if he knew I was out of bed right now.



Scott soon found out what I wanted when we entered the staff locker room.

Thsi wouldn't be the first time she had to aid with me with this type of thing.

When I had my bike accident she had to help me shower for a month after i was sent home, so she knew the drill pretty good.



After my shower (yes! that was my adventure) I went back to my bed.

And guess who was waiting for me there, looking very VERY angry I might add.

You guessed it!

Witter and all his engraged glory, litterally.

Sometimes I like to make him mad on pourpose, he just looks so...cute when he's mad.

And it makes for a good time, he fights so well.



"Your insane" He yelled and Scott pretty much dragged me back into the room.

"What makes you say that?" I gave my most innocent grin.

He sighed and pointed at my dripping wet hair. "You can't get your leg wet, that has to be one of the dumest things you ever did."

"Calm down, Scott helped me. And no, I've done worse."



I was layed back down and suddenly Coleman came running in, with a file in his hand.

My file.

Uh oh.



"We found someone who can act as the next-of-kin for Brennan." Coleman was talking to Greg, probably thinking I was still alseep. "The guy lives around here, he'll be here shortly. We need permission from him to the corrective surgery."



That did it.

Like a kettle would whistle when it boils, my temper flammed and caused a "What the hell!" to erupt from my mouth.

Coleman jumped and looked at me. "Uhh...Br....Brennan, um...I didn't know you were awake.." He said with a deer-caught-in-the-headlights kind of look.



"Clearly!" I shouted. "Who the hell did you call? What's left of my family has been in and out of this place. Why can't they do it?"

He pulled at his shirt collar and sat on the edge of my bed.

He ran and hand through his brown/blonde hair, his gray eyes twinkled.



"Umm, you dads brother, we got a hold of him, because the rest of your family either was fit to make these choices or didn't want to." His voice was shaky.



My eyes grew wide.

"You don't know what you did. That is the worst thing you could have done! You idiot!!!!" I yelled at him.



To be continued...

Midnight and all's well.

Mood: annoyed
Listing to: Greg and Shaylie sleeping
Drinking: Labatts Blue (canadain beer) that Coleman scored for me.

Yeah, it's midnight and I can't sleep.
Have you ever spent the night in a hospital bed?
If you have then you know why I can't sleep.

Today has been a emotional mess. My family flew in from out west, and their reaction to my current situation were humorus.
Mom wasn't the least bit surpised and she lectured me.
Greg however made her happy.
I guess it's offical now that Greg and I are....together. Seeing as how thats what he told my family.
My sister didn't say much, she gave me lots of hugs and mocked me a bit.
Chris (my dear cousin) however was different.
He cried a lot, and hugged me a lot, he hardly left my side until the others forced him too.

The pain in my leg almost drove me mad.
I can't let on though, I just grin a bare it. If I loose the use of my leg I'll find this guy and kill him myself.

Greg knew, somehow he just knew. He kept asking me if I was okay, and he fussed over me everytime I so much as winced or sighed.
This is deffinatly a side of him no one has seen before.
The staff stares at him like he's an alien, they can't believe he's actually able to really care for another person, or life form for that matter.
But everyone can surpise you.

Scott is turly something else. She actually has something at home worth going back to, and yet she stays here with me.
All I have to go home to is my cat, and Greg goes home to his beer, books and TV, so we're not missing anything.
But her, no, she leaves her husband, and her 5 year old son Aden, not to mention taking time off of work (which she just went back to a short while ago) so she can be by my side.

Do I think she's nuts?
YES!
Go home dude! I'm not going anywhere anytime soon....unless Hayle gets pissy and doesn't want me to terroize the personel.
I bit Dr. Mason today, because he tried to stick me with a needle I didn't feel I needed.
I punched Coleman when he tried to tell me that if I was in pain he needed to know. I not so nicely told him to mind his own- and my fist and his jaw made contact. Then I told him to get me a beer and leave me alone.
He did, and when he came back in to check up on me I made him get me another one, which I'm just finsihing up now.

Greg and Scott are sleeping in chairs, side by side, to the right of my bed.
Greg looks so tired, he went home and got some of his clothes... he pretty much lives in his office now.
His brown hair is tossled, his black button up shirt has the first bunch of button undone, exposing a gray t-shirt under it. And of coruse the typical blue jeans and sketchers.
He looks so sweet, his cheek resting on his fist, his head leaning agianst the wall. His legs steched out infornt of him. He actually looks, peaceful when he sleeps. It makes me feel all calm and fuzzy all over, it's such a strange feeling. I could just watch him sleep forever.

Scott almost mirrors Greg. Only her long blond hair is pulled up into a messy bun. Her black hooded sweater and black pj pants made her look like a teenager insted of a middle aged mom.
But i love her, how could I not?
Its times like this which show you who's really worth hanging on to and who isn't.
Hell, I'm even starting to like Coleman a bit now, but I think it's cause he got me beer, but then again who know. Miracles have been known to happen.
And two of them are currently sleeping in chairs at my bed side, how lucky am I?
Plus, I have another little miracle attached to my hand, pumping me full of pain meds. Thank god for that!
AND no one tried to steal my lap top from me yet, so all and all things are good, for now.