“Tell me.”
“I dreamed that someone told me that he loved me.”
“That would be me… I did tell you that, and I do love you.”
“That’s good, because I’ve always loved you, ever since we were kids.”
“I know. Deborah figured it out a long time ago, and finally told me a few weeks ago. We had this conversation last night, but you probably don’t remember it.”
“Not really.”
“She thinks we make a great couple.”
“Yes.”
“Need anything?”
“Out of here… water.”
“The latter I can manage, but the former will have to wait on medical permission.”
I found the glass we’d used the previous night and filled it half full of fresh water. Leaning over the bed, I placed the straw between his lips. He sucked gratefully on it.
“I wish that was your dick,” he said.
“All in good time, babe. All in good time.”
A middle-aged nurse entered the room and said, “I see we’re finally awake.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting there,” Mike said.