18
2 A.M
Pilipuka
The time from midnight to dawn.
“Zader!” Jay shouted and threw a punch.
“Jay! Wake up! You’re dreaming!”
Liz reached out from her chair and held his arm to the bed.
“Jay! Careful! You’re going to pull out your IV,” she said.
Jay’s eyes blinked in the corridor’s light as it streamed through a crack in the hospital door.
“Mom?” he muttered.
“I’m right here, honey.”
He swallowed.
“Mom, I have to go. Zader’s lost his kite.”
“What?”
“‘Iolani’s missing, Mom. It’s gone, and I have to get it back.”
Jay closed his eyes.
“It’s raining,” he mumbled as he drifted back to sleep.
“Jay?”
“It’s the drugs, Liz,” whispered Uncle Kahana. “They give wicked dreams.”
Liz fiddled with the blankets, tucking them under Jay’s chin.
“Do you think he knows?” Liz asked.
Uncle Kah
