I have never been so glad to see anyone as I was to see King. Could it mean that staring up at the ceiling, that flickering light, the pipes, bolted to the ceiling, never moving, nothing ever changing, was now over? I felt the foam receding, I hadn’t been strapped down, I moved my legs so I could sit up. I felt something go pop in my left wrist as my legs moved right, but it was good to not be restrained any longer.
King was smiling at me, pleased to see me. “Hello, old friend, how are you? Are you ready to go home?” I heard him ask me.
“Yes,” I replied, wanting to jump out of the bed.
“Good,” King replied, he turned to look at the med-tech, “What do we have to do?”
The med-tech turned to King and gazed at him. “It needs clothes. It needs to get to the carport, get into a car and go ho
