He Calls Me Bones
Based off the song Raymond by Brett Eldredge. McKirk Au
“He calls me Bones,” Leonard says as he and Christine walk shoulder to shoulder down a long hospital hallway. Both have coffees clutched in hand with a manila folder held in the other. Christine’s long blonde hair was tired back in a simple yet professional bun. While Leonard’s scruff hadn’t been shaved in going on three days. They did not walk quickly as there was no emergency or call for assistance but they did set a faster than normal pace both eager to get to their lunch break. Turning the corner, Leonard held his hand out for Christine’s folder then handed them both off to the nurse on duty working at the desk.
“The patient in room five is having discomfort, tell Dr. M’Benga to look in on her. Also Mr. Hill in room nineteen thinks that his bandage is too tight around his chest.”
“I’ll check on him, doctor. Have a good lunch.”
“Thanks,” he nodded and he and Christine were off to the elevator and down the hall towards the hospital cafeteria.
“So who calls you Bones?” Christine asks when they sit down, matching salads on their trays. Leonard had another cup of coffee while Christine went for a Coke today.
“The man in room nine, James Kirk.”
“Oh…” Christine looks down at her fork playing with her salad. She knew the man who’d been sent up to their floor three weeks ago trapped inside a deep coma. He’d only woken yesterday but Christine hadn’t actually seen him awake just yet. “You spoke with him? I thought he wasn’t talking.”
“Oh he talks,” Leonard shakes his head rolling his eyes. “The kid can talk my damn ear off and he’s only been awake for two days. He doesn’t remember anything before the accident, but things are coming back. This morning he told me his birthday and his address so we’re getting somewhere.”
Taking a crunching bite from her salad, Christine asked, “Does he remember what the T stands for?”
“He didn’t this morning but I’m sure it’ll come back.” With a shake of his head Leonard dug into his salad laughing. “Tiberius. What sick mother would saddle her kid with that kinda name?”
Christine eyed him with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t know Horatio, who would do that?”
They were both quiet for a moment.
“We shall never speak of this again.” Leonard demanded digging into his lunch. Christine just laughed.