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saw the man sitting in a plastic chair next to her bed. She looked at him in confusion. Who was he? Not a doctor...Mr. Cracker?

Mr. Cracker smiled in a twitchy nervous way. "You're not brain damaged are you?"

"Huh?" She asked with a crinkled brow.

"Damn...that's too bad." His eyes looked distant as they focused on a spot behind her.

"What are you talking about?" Juicy's lips were dry and cracked and her throat felt like she'd swallowed gravel. "Is there something to drink?"

Mr. Cracker stood and reached for a plastic pitcher and plastic cup from the table next to her bed. Juicy could barely recognize him. He had cleaned up and was now completely transformed. His hair was blonde and shiny from a fresh washing. He had evidently shaved because he now only had a bit of mustache and goatee and he had lost the dirty baseball cap. And now that it was gone, she could see his dark grey eyes. The bruise under his eye had faded to a dull yellow and his split lip was only slightly discolored. Even his clothes were clean.

Mr. Cracker was younger then she was! He handed her the cup of water and she struggled to sit up. He found a remote and raised the bed for her. Then he pulled his chair closer and watched as she drank the cool water.

God, it was delicious! She drained it in two seconds. Mr. Cracker poured her another cup.

"So, are you saying that you are not in a vegetative state?" He asked moving his lips slowly and precisely as if he was talking to a deaf person.

Wow, he was crazy, Juicy thought. "I'm not in a vegetative state." She said plainly. "I'm talking right at you."

He sighed. Then his happy expression returned. "I'm glad."

Juicy blinked. When he smiled he didn't look like a crazed lunatic, he was actually very handsome.

"Did...did you carry me all the way here?"

Mr. Cracker shrugged. "Mostly, but a cab picked us up the last few blocks."

"Oh." Juicy looked down at her hand. It was in a cast. She wiggled her fingers and it felt sore.

"You-uhm-have a broken hand. And a bad concussion. Your brain began to swell and was pressing against your skull." Mr. Cracker cleared his throat. "It was a pretty big deal. Surgeons thought they were going to need to cut away part of your skull to make room. All they ended up doing was drilling a hole in your head to release the pressure."

What? Drilled her head?! Juicy's face twisted as she used her good hand to tentatively touch the side of her heavily bandaged head. A nurse walked in then holding a tray of food. She smiled when she saw them talking.

"Good morning Mrs. Cracker. Nice to see you finally awake. You've been asleep for some time."

"Huh?" Juicy asked with her mouth still hanging open. What had that lady just called her?

The nurse had a stricken look on her face. "Oh goodness." The nurse turned to Mr. Cracker. "We'll have the doctor come in to discuss your options for treatment of the brain damage."

"She doesn't have brain damage." Mr. Cracker replied. "That's just the way she talks."

"Oh..." The nurse said and watched Juicy like she was under a microscope. Juicy ignored their interaction.

"What do you mean I've been asleep for days?"

Mr. Cracker nodded. "Three days you've been in a coma."

"That's messed up." Juicy said slowly. A coma…a real life coma.

The nurse placed the tray of food on a table and pushed it in front of Juicy.

"I'll have the Doctor come right in and discuss your condition." She checked the IV then left.

Juicy was still wearing a grimace as she digested the idea of being in a coma. Mr. Cracker lifted the lid off the tray.

"Are you hungry?"

"No." Juicy responded absently. After a quiet moment she noticed Mr. Cracker eyeing the tray of food with interest.

"You can have it." There was soup, a flat sandwich and a small plastic container of JELLO.

He didn't wait for her to repeat the offer. He picked up the sandwich and munched on it happily.

"Why did that nurse call me Mrs. Cracker?"

"Oh yeah, that. You're my wife. Otherwise I wouldn't be