I don't really remember how but I ended up in the hospital. They said I got hit by a car? Whatever that's cool, I'm still alive I think... In my hospital room I met my roommate, kinda. His name was Justin and he was 13 like me but didn't talk, ever. No one could make him, not doctors, not friends, not even his parents. He was severly depressed and they said they wouldn't send him home til he recovered. Meanwhile they figured I would be in for about a week with some broken bones and nasty lacerations. I spent most of my time during that first day watching the television Justin and I shared. About 8 o'clock at night I flipped the channel to my favorite cartoon. "The Adventures of the Mighty Bean", about ten minutes into the show I heard a soft laugh from the other side of the curtain. Could it be? No way, but maybe?
Me: Hello? Justin?
(no response)
Me: I love this show.
Justin: Same
Me: Dude you don't talk
Justin: Oh yeah I forgot
Me: (laughing and smiling) Hey no sarcasm!
Justin: That's how I roll
Me: I like you kid
Justin: You can't tell anyone we are speaking
Me: (opening the curtain) Pinky promise
Justin: (taking my finger) Deal bro.
This was the start of the most amazing week of my life....
