Sean was released Sunday with doctor's orders to rest as much as possible. Keep the lights as low as possible. Avoid using his cell phone, computer, tablet, TV, and basically anything teenagers use to occupy their downtime, keeping them from going abso-fucking-lutely bat-shit-crazy. I wouldn't have been surprised if I found Golem instead of Sean by Friday. Honestly, I didn't envy him one bit. He was even told not to overdo it with his makeup work. The doctor actually told him to try to avoid thinking too much. Seriously?
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...Sean got out and had to be a vegetable for at least a week, maybe longer, depending on if he suffered any more symptoms. Since he wasn't supposed to use his phone, he handed it over to me. it was totally his idea. That way, I could take care of any messages that came over. The amount of trust he showed doing this one little thing made me love him even more. God, he turns me into such a fucking sap. I swear I'm as bad as a pine tree with how sappy I get sometimes.
Jacob and I decided to set up two areas for Sean, one, his room, the other the couch in the living room. We basically made sure he had access to anything he might need, like his painkillers for his arm, water, snacks, house phone for emergencies, pillows, and blankets. He could either veg-out on his bed or the couch depending on how adventurous he felt. We also let everyone know not to come over and see him, he needed to rest more than anything.
I will say, after his conversation with Castro, his mood didn't go to that dark, depressed place he was in at first. That Sean scared me. The look in his eyes when I walked into his hospital room will haunt me forever. They looked sad and lifeless, like he didn't have any happiness in him. The normal emerald green didn't have the sparkle in them. I guess him venting his negative thoughts out to Alex set him straight. Well, not straight, but you know what I mean.
I left his house on Sunday evening around eight. I still had a shit-ton of homework to finish since I didn't have a chance to work on anything over the weekend. Part of me, though, didn't want to leave him. Kevin and Jacob noticed my reluctance to leave and assured me they would check on him throughout the night. I grabbed Sean's phone and headed home. I finally fell in bed about one in the morning. Monday morning wasn't much fun.
First thing I did when I walked in the school was to go by Robert's office. He gave me a note letting Sean's teachers know I was gathering his week's assignments and bringing them to him. It also gave me permission to be off campus for an hour and fifty minutes each day, in case someone wanted to give me shit for driving out of the parking lot during fourth period.
The second the bell rang after Yearbook, I was out the door and in my car. When I walked through the back door, which Jacob left unlocked for me, I saw Sean laying on the couch staring at the ceiling. As soon as he knew I was there, he started talking
"Thank fucking God you're here. I'm losing my miiiinnnnnnd. I don't know if I can handle a whole week of this. I haven't been able to do anything. I can't play games on my phone or computer, I can't read on my Kindle, I can't watch TV, I'm not even supposed to read a hardbound book. This is literally killing me slowly. I'm wasting away from ennui. I'm finding patterns in the texture of the ceiling. There's a creepy man's face right over there you can only see if you're lying right here and there's only a little light. If I turn the lamp on he disappears. But the light from the lamp gives me a headache, so I keep it off. I can't lay on the other end of the couch and look at a different part of the ceiling because of the cast. I'm trying to ignore him, but it's like I can't un-see him now. He's there every time I glance that way and all he's doing is staring at me. Aren't you going to say something? Do I get a hello? Come on Teej, talk to me. Please for the love of all things sacred and holy, say something."
I seriously had to stop myself from laughing at him. "Umm...not really sure what to say. Did you ask the creepy man to stop staring at you? And since when do you use words like ennui?"
"You can thank Aaron for me knowing that word. He was sixteen when I started learning to read and he thought it would be funny for me to learn my ABC's from a book he found called The Gashlycrumb Tinies. Basically, a bunch of kids whose names are listed alphabetically die in some rhyming way. It begins with A for a girl falling down some stairs. B is some boy who was assaulted by bears. Well, N was Neville and he died of ennui. Pretty twisted huh? And, of course I haven't asked him not to stare at me. It would go against my ignoring him strategy. Oh hey! Have I told you I love you yet?"
I chuckled. "Sean, did you take one of your pain pills today?"
He nodded. "Yeah, but I don't like feeling this fuck-did up. Did I just say fuck-did?"
I nodded while smirking. "Yeah babe, you did. I think the word is fucked."
"Oh yeah. Well, you know what I think? I think you're fucking sexy as hell and you should come over here and let me suck your dick. I haven't had your cock-a-doodle-doo in my mouth in for-ev-er. For-ev-er. Did you know I love The Sandlot? For-ev-er."
"Babe, you're fucking loopy as fuck right now. I need to record this." While I spoke, I started recording a video on his phone. This was too funny to pass up. Thank god his phone pulls up the video app quickly, because the next thing he said was priceless and I got it on camera.
"Did you just call me Lupe? Hell yeah! That's my new name." He looked at the camera completely deadpan and spoke in a horrible Puss-in-Boots-Antonio-Banderas accent.
"Hola, I'm am Lupe. Lupe Rodriguez. You may call me Lupe." I saved the video to show him later when he was sober and sent a copy to my own phone.
I asked if he was hungry. I was hoping if I got something in his stomach, he would be a little more coherent. He nodded, so I went to make us a couple of sandwiches. I wish I had recorded everything he said while we ate, so I could be certain I was quoting him exactly the way he worded everything.
The conversation started with a discussion of Doctor Who. He was so excited because he figured out why the producers and writers introduced the character, Missy. He concluded they were prepping the audience, so they could introduce...insert dramatic pause...a female Doctor. I didn't want to tell him I came up with the same theory and posted it on a message board. The other users told me, quite emphatically, I was wrong. There was no way they were going to do a female Doctor. I guess we'll see. Personally, I think when Peter Capaldi is finished with his run, we'll have a woman playing the Doctor. Think about it, what other purpose would Missy serve? It's not like The Doctor and The Master, or Missy which is short for Mistress, would fall in love and live happily ever after. The Doctor loves River Song, aka Melody Pond, who happens to be the daughter of the second worst companion ever. The worst being Martha Jones. Isn't it ironic? One of the absolute best companions is the offspring of one of the worst? Amelia-fucking-bitch-face-Pond.
Next, he changed the subject and wanted me to help him get a message to Roland. We needed to tell him to NOT enter the tower.
"Because all it will do it start the whole fucking thing over again. The Man in Black would head across the desert and guess what. The fucking Gunslinger will follow. Seriously, I read seven books to find out the first line from the first book is the last line of the last book. What was the fucking point of it all? Oh, and don't get me started on the fact the fucking bastard killed Oy. Not Roland or Flag. King did that. How can you kill off 'Ake's best friend? I cried when it happened. And to do it with you as a character in the fucking scene? How narcissistic do you have to be to put your actual self in a piece of fiction you wrote? I think it was a chicken-shit ending."
I agreed with Sean, King ruined The Dark Tower. The movie is supposed to come out next summer. Maybe that will redeem it, although, I'm not sure how. Idris Elba, a black English actor, is playing Roland Deschain. I mean everyone knows Clint Eastwood should play Roland, but since he's way too old for the part, at least get Hugh Jackman. I guess there is no hope for redemption for The Dark Tower. Pity. I thought it was a literary masterpiece till the final book. Then it proved to be nothing but a piece of shit.
When I looked at the clock and saw it was 12:35, I told him I needed to head back to school. He frowned and stuck his lip out in a pout. I could tell the effects of the pain killer were starting to wear off. He started looking tired and he could carry on an actual conversation about something relevant. I told him to only take half of one pain pill, go upstairs, lie down, and take a nap. Then I whispered in his ear.
