Room 23

"Hurley, you've got to take your meds". I looked over at his roommate who had been muttering the same words for hours. "Please don't go, don't leave. Please Faraday, please don't do this." Hurley must have told him about Faraday.

"What's with him?" I asked. Hurley ignored me. "How's Rousseau?" He asked. "Rousseau is dead Hurley. You know that." His roommate continued, "Faraday, please don't leave me." Hurley started to get agitated, "I never told him about Faraday you know".

I followed Hurley into the hallway. "Well then how the hell does he know about him?" I asked. "Because he's going back and he'll meet him soon." "Hurley, you have to stop this, you have to take your meds."

We sat silently. There was a woman in the corner, rocking back and forth in her chair mumbling. Across the room a man sat yelling about an infected pituitary gland. Eventually, Hurley broke our silence. "I'm not crazy, and I'm not sick." "Hurley, you're in a psychward."

Hurley's roommate continued to yell for Faraday. Turthfully, I hadn't thought about him in months. In fact, I did everything I could to forget about him and bury him deep in my chest. Yet everytime I heard Hurley's roommate scream his name, I too wanted to call out for him. My wound started to bleed.

Faraday was a brilliant physicist. He was sweet, and loving. Until he started lying. This was around the time he feel in love with Charlotte. I closed my eyes and pictured Faraday. "I gotta go Hurley."

I stood up and walked to the door. I wondered if I'd ever see Faraday again. His eyes were so honest, I missed them. I tapped on the glass for the nurse to unlock the door. Hurley called my name. I answered, but I didn't turn around. "Yeah Hurley?" "Don't worrry about Faraday," he said. "Oh yeah? Why is that Hurley?" "Because, only fools are enslaved by time and space." My eyes filled with tears. "OK Hurley."

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