The medicines were irritating, to say the least. Sleepiness. Nausea. Fever. In the beginning, he swore he had the flu, which was exactly what he told everyone else. He could deal with the pain of injection. That was easy. But waking up, feeling like he needed to puke? What a blast. And he constantly wanted to take a nap. But a positive from the drowsiness was that he would never again miss a date with Gage. Just pop a green pill right before bed, and boom: ten hours of uninterrupted sleep, followed by a day of no or very little trembling.
Gage proved absolutely vital to helping him get through the first days and weeks. He couldn’t talk to anyone else, and of course, his secret was safe with a ghost.
And Gage unsurprisingly demonstrated impressive skills at comforting and supporting him.
