>>20433363Andreya sits up sharply in bed.
>"Nah, fuck this, I need to get a new phone and a ticket back to Spaghetti Town RIGHT NOW. Dad, I'm sorry, it's important--"Her father puts a hand on her shoulder. "Andreya, please. You went to med school at Berkeley too, you KNOW BETTER than to sit up and rip out your IVs and check yourself out like this. Please, use caution. For me and Shameem, and your brothers..... and your Robyn. You've almost certainly sustained injury to your brain, and the extent needs to be understood as fully as possible, for your care, treatment, and future knowledge."
>"Brain injuries? Fuck, Dad, I'm basically already retarded. That's why I flunked out of school and let you down so bad, because I'm dumb as fuck. How much worse could it get?"Her father frowns. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, dear. Now, as your doctor, AND your father, I insist you lie down. No sudden movements. We'll schedule some further tests for you, to fully assess your condition. Just rest, another few days or so won't hurt. When I get home, I'll place a phone call to the WWA Corporate Offices personally and advise them of your status and location. And I'll ask that they put me in touch with your Robyn so that I may speak with her personally, and tell her everything. If it turns out you can't leave the hospital, I'll get her a plane ticket here on my own expense so you can see her. Deal?"
Andreya nods weakly. There is still a dense fog over her head. She is so, so tired.
>"Thanks Dad."Her father nods. "Of course. And when you're feeling better..... we need to talk, soon. I've come to realize some very important things." He takes her hand and squeezes it gently. "But rest now, please? It's so good to have you back."
Andreya eases her head back down. She is very tired. What will she dream of?
