It's funny that I've sat here for hours, just staring at Josephine's empty bed. A long time ago, they took her and that horrible man into the operating room to examine how they reconstructed his brain tissue. The sad thing is, I'm not even sure what else I could do.

"Is there any way that the surgery made him such a sunshine-ie ball of sugar, rainbows, and happiness?" I say this after throwing a tissue box at Jenna, who's sitting across the room writing in her notebook.

She looks at me like I'm an idiot, reaches down to put the renegade box back on the table. Her legs are folded gingerly underneath her, and she is so careful and slow when she sits and moves. IT terrifies me. "Josephine told me that you like to throw stuff to get girls' attention."

"Well, hey. You're deaf. What else am I supposed to do?" I slouch lower and glare at the mindless sitcom currently blaring on the outdated television.

Jenna shakes her head and slowly closes the notebook, placing the pen in the spiral binding. "You are so dumb. You know, the polite thing to do in a room full of Deaf people is to flash the lights twice. Clapping, stomping, waving, and throwing is annoying."

I roll my eyes at her annoying fact and throw the other tissue box at the light switch, just to make fun of her. It almost hits a nurse that's wheeling in with Josephine. She's in a wheelchair with one pushing, another nurse dragging the cart of fluids she needs.

Jenna and I both stand as they transition Jo back into her bed and hook her up to everything. That dumb man soon follows, grinning like always. The nurses sign her clipboard and leave, clucking like hens to each other, completely ignoring our presence.

Jo doesn't waste a single second. "I need to talk to John. Alone, please." Jen gives me a strange look and the man who doesn't even know her looks like he want to make sure she doesn't need anything--like the stupid puppy he is--but she waves them both away. I'm starting to wonder if he's actually this crazed about my girlfriend already, or if I'm just paranoid.

When they finally leave after much fussing, Jo tells me to pull up a chair. "John, we need to talk. As friends." I'm not sure where this is going and it makes me nervous. All I hope is that it has nothing to do with this disgusting man.

"You know that I wasn't sure if I was going to live through this. But now, there's a good chance that I will." She looks down at her hands, but I still watch her face expectantly, looking for a sign of what she's trying to say. "And if I do live through this, I don't want to be involved in something that neither of us are passionate about anymore."

All of the blood drains from my face. "Are you breaking up with me?" I never in a million years thought she would be the one to do this. But now that I look back, I'm not surprised. She was always the one not ready for a relationship, not ready to truly trust me with her heart.

She bites her lip hard, and really looks at me for a good while. "John, you know that I love you. We definitely had--have, a connection. But that doesn't mean that it's a romantic one."

I nod slowly, still trying to digest that this is even happening. "I get what you're saying, Jo." But then I pause. Why is this even happening? We've been dating for more than two years now. "Is this because of that guy?"

When I sign this, her face immediately darkens. "No. Of course not. You know that I've always been so bad with the whole dating thing."

"Josephine. I've loved spending these years with you, and I know that it's cliché, but can we still be friends? I'm not sure if I can just ruin what we have like this--"

She smiles a little bit and puts her hand on the back of my neck, drawing me in and pecking my forehead. "Oh, John. You can never be just friends with someone you were in love with."

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