Later, Russell opened an eye, and saw a sliver of gold move in front of the window. He closed his eye again. He opened both this time and saw the same marvellous creature swimming a few feet from him. He wondered what shit they put in the IV bag for him to see sushi in his room. Then he noticed a note taped to the tank. He leaned over, despite the pain in his abdomen.
This is Joey. He is NOT a goldfish, he’s a comet. Don’t hurt his feelings. He’s in your care, so don’t let him down. I’d hate to have to flush both of you down the toilet. Love—Denise
“Hey, Joey, I’m Russell. Welcome to the psych ward. Did Denise plan on me feeding you, or was she expecting you to go foraging on your own when the lights are out?” He glanced around and saw a tin with flakes, Guaranteed to bring the full brilliance to your fish.He wondered how bright Joey really was. He also wondered how much and how often to feed the beast. He’d have a discussion with Denise later.