Chapter 23: What I Want
Corey is medicine. A pill. A herb. Liquid for my veins. A substance that seems to make me feel and look better. In a matter of twenty-four hours after his arrival, my condition does a one-eighty and I feel like a brand new cowboy. Even Nurse Seth notices my improvement and says, “What has that cowboy friend of yours been doing to you? He’s like a miracle worker or something. I should take him from room to room to heal my other patients.”
“He’s not a cowboy. Corey is from New York City. He owns a gay bar.”
“The holy have to do something, darling.”
“I feel so much better when I’m around him.”
Nurse Seth slides a lunch tray in front of me, which consists of baked chicken, green beans, applesauce, and a cup of tapioca pudding. He asks, “Do you love him? It’s none o
