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Sweat made Alek’s hair wet, his eyes moved rapidly under his lids, and his heart rate spiked on the monitor. Ian was about to call the nurse when Alek’s eyes snapped open on a gasp. Alek rifled through the tangled sheets until he found the paper and pen.
No more pain meds,he wrote, his hand shaking so much Ian could hardly read the letters.
“Why?”
Alek circled his previous response.No more pain meds.His face was already smoothing into apathy, his hand no longer trembling as he wrote,I want to play a game.
“Okay, let’s play.” Alek needed the distraction, and the two of them played games more often than not, anyway. “What are the rules?”
You can ask me ten questions, and I promise my answer will be the truth.
“So like truth or dare, without the dares?”
“Da,” he said. But no open-ended questions. Only yes, or no. I’ll save the dares for when we’re at home.Alek offered a specter of histypical smirk and lifted a finger, then wrote,You have nine left. Think before you speak.
Ian didn’t have to think. He asked the question he most wanted the answer to, the one he was least sure of.
“Do you love me?”
Alek rolled his eyes. “Da.” Another finger.
“Do you want me to go?”
Never.
Ian looked down at his lap. “But it’s my fault that you fell. None of this would have happened… the fall. Your music. I’m so sorry.”
Alek waited and when Ian said nothing else, wrote,You made me sit at the window? You never warned me of its danger? You reached inside my brain and stole my music? Now ask me another question.
“Do you hate me?”
“Ne.”You might hate me, but I could never hate you. That's four.
“I don’t hate you.”
You’re lying.
“I’m not.”
You are. I only lost yesterday’s memories, remember.
“You’d think someone writing wouldn’t talk so much.”
If you want me to stop talking, just take my pen. It will be fun to see what happens if you try.
Ian didn’t take the bait. “Do you think I pushed you?”
“Ne.”Crimes of passion aren’t your style.
“Are you a spy?”
Alek laughed and then grabbed his stomach. “Ne.”
Ian followed Alek’s hand to his stomach and frowned. He opened his mouth and Alek wrote the number seven.
“I didn’t ask anything yet!”
You were going to. When I want pain medicine I will tell you.
