“Wow, Arthur and Harold must be exhausted,” I exclaimed with a giggle.“Nah… I took care of them,” Gerald remarked.“What do you mean?” I ...sked, flabbergasted.Gerald told me that he had put half of one of his mother’s sleeping tablets in each of their cups.“Why?” I incredulously asked.“Because I don’t want them to disturb us,” Gerald replied.Before I could utter another, “why?” Gerald rose and stood next to my bed.“Turn onto your side, because I want to spoon with you,” he instructed. Of course, I couldn’t tell anyone that but I could express how it feels. I protected my Moleskine journal and the gel pen I wrote in it with. I wish I’d been able to find a fountain pen but I suppose that for this age, that would be pretentious.Inside my security backpack, there was a zippered compartment with large holes in the pull. I bought a small but reliable padlock and fastened it closed when I finished writing and put the journal and pen in the pocket. Paranoid? I suppose. I just really. That was a safe thing to say."That's a good sign," She said with a smile, "we'll see about getting you something to eat just as soon as the doctor gets a look at you." Honey," That was my(his) mother, "I was so worried. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't made it."Just then, the door opened again and a middle-aged man walked in wearing a white coat."I hear someone's awake!" he exclaimed with forced cheerfulness. "Danny, my boy, you gave us quite a scare."The nurse gave him a quick. At least this year I don't have to get any money from Mom and Dad. I've got to remember to lead with that when I call home tomorrow.Home again. I've got the books in my room but they're not put away yet. That will have to wait for later or tomorrow. Registration turned out to be an all-day affair. It shouldn't take this long to do all the things I had to do for registration. If it was just me it wouldn't have, but with the cattle call of all students registering this week it does take all day..