C’mon dude|| Copper & James
Copper was finally feeling well enough to leave his room. The hospital finally deemed him well enough to go back home. He got out of bed carefully trying to knock in the portable IV drip the hospital had ordered him to be on while out of the hospital. They had given at least a year supply of morphine which he kept in a stack of boxes in the closet with his clothes. He adjusted his nostril nubs and his small oxygen tank the hospital also gave him a year supply of. He needed to do something today. It was almost dinner time and he was still in his PJs. Copper rolled his devices over to the dresser where he took off his clothes and replaced them in a half hours time. He walked over to the full length mirror he asked from the front desk not bothering to wash or even brush his greasy bed head. He didn’t bother shaving ht scruff off his face. He needed to do something and fast or else he would go crazy. He made his way over to the bed side drawer as best and as fast as he could, quickly growing tired and taking his wallet and putting it in his shorts pocket. He stood there catching his breath and then made his way to the door.
It was some time and took a lot of effort but Copper wandred through the halls of the hotel and he smiled remembering the names on each door. Just as he was about to give up and leave and wander about outside he noticed James’ door. The familiarity of the location and the name tag and everything about it sent a wave of emotions through Copper. God its been twelve years since I last saw him. Maybe I should for old time’s sake. He thought to himself and creeped over to the door to give it a weak knock.













