(No, this chapter has nothing to do with Spider-Man. At least I don’t think it does)
It seemed like forever before Sinbad was done hurling.
Wobbling up to his full height, he quietly put the lid back onto the trash can. Then he collapsed upon it, coughing and breathing heavily.
Sinbad was now just confused and disgusted at how that was still happening. There was just no possible way for it to continue, especially after the pictures were sent.
There also didn’t seem to be a point in plowing a field, when said field was already fertilized.
Now he wasn’t sure whether to confront them this time, or run off back to the hospital. If he confronted them, he’d likely get in trouble for trespassing. If he went back, he’d have to deal with Shark and the others.
He was never good when it came to sadistic choices. Pulling out a quarter, he flipped after designating which side meant what.
After slapping it down, he glanced at the side facing up:
Breathing a sigh of uneasy relief, Sinbad got to his feet. He then took a backwards glance towards the house, then started running back towards the hospital.
“Ya sure it was a good idea to leave him there all by himself?” Blaise was worried about her boyfriend’s son and his possible mental condition.
Dennis nodded. “He’ll be all right. Believe me, I would know when to worry. He looked at ease with the two of us there, so I’m not too bothered.”
Both of them wandered back down to the ground floor, before Blaise turned to Dennis and asked him a rather off-topic question:
“Are we past all the units that are supposed to remain sterile?”
“I believe so. Why?”
At this question, Blaise placed her hands just above Dennis’ ears. “You might want to hold your nose in about ten seconds.” She then covered his ears, and then closed her eyes and then grit her teeth.
Looking down, Dennis saw Blaise lifting her leg up, for a reason that he was well aware of. As patiently as he could, he waited until she was done breaking wind. When she let go of his head, he pinched his nose and took to breathing through his mouth.
“Yeah, sorry. Couldn’t hold that in much longer.”
Dennis spoke in between breaths now. “Quite all right. You let it go whenever you need to. At least you give warning unlike most people.”
He continued to hold his nose like that as the two exited the hospital.
Sinbad knew his way around the hospital passageways better than he cared to admit.
At least one memory involved him and his former co-workers, smoking while hiding from the police. Even now, he could almost smell the burning tobacco and marijuana as he ascended the staircase to the top.
On his way back, Sinbad had received a text message from Shark that was at least unexpected:
“I’m waiting for you on the roof.”
Sinbad was still nervous and guilt-ridden over this whole ordeal. He now had the added trauma of seeing Goodwin and Amy together. The very thought demanded to be purged from his recent memory.
By the time he got halfway up, Sinbad inexplicably stopped and slumped against the wall. He couldn’t figure out why, but the room seemed to be toppling upon itself.
It may have only been his imagination, caused by the overload of various moments in time. Sinbad waited as long as he could for everything to calm down.
When it finally did, he took a deep breath and stood up again. Once again, he continued on to his destination.
Dennis and Blaise had stopped at the diner for supper after leaving the hospital grounds.
“Are you certain Miss Alma won’t mind you being out so late tonight?”
“Nah. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done it. And she’s had her share of late nights herself. It’s pretty normal.”
He nodded. “I see.” The two looked over the sticky menus for anything appetizing, before he sighed.
“You know, I really can’t thank you enough for bringing him to the hospital today.” Blaise looked up, distracted from making her choices now. “I can’t imagine what might’ve happened if you hadn’t been there.”
Blaise just casually shrugged. “I just did what I felt was right. And I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.”
“And I’m just incredibly grateful for it.” Dennis briefly smiled, before becoming serious again. “The rest of his family likely wouldn’t have given a damn.”
He weaved his fingers together, and began twiddling his thumbs. “The last time his mother brought him there, it was while she was in labor with him. Or so I was told, I wasn’t there. I’m sure you know why.”
“I certainly do.” Blaise was well aware of Dennis’ former criminal operations. She also knew he was doing his best to put it all behind him, and get his life together.
Dennis continued. “There was also the time he was seven, and cut himself on…some sharp object. There was a lot of blood, at least. His mother and I were the only other ones home when it happened.”
He paused, obviously disturbed and ashamed at this particular event. “Silver, she was drunk out of her mind. Took one look at him, and waved it off as a papercut. She said there wasn’t any point in taking him to the emergency room, that he’d get over it.”
Blaise looked horrified at hearing this about her boyfriend’s ex-wife. “So what did ya do, if ya couldn’t get him medical help?”
“Oh, hell, I did it myself! Cleaned him up, got some bandages, hoped for the best. He still cried about it, and I didn’t really have the time to be with him that day. Some time later I had to go to work.”
Dennis and Blaise both cringed. Then Blaise tried to smile a little.
“At least you tried to help him, right?”
Solemnly, Dennis nodded, returning her facial expression.
The sun had already begun to set by the time Sinbad reached the top. Despite being in decent physical condition, the amount of stairs added up to exhaustion.
Leaning on the doorway, Sinbad panted heavily, with the occasional cough. Getting his breath back, he looked up to find Shark enjoying the view.
Shark was looking away from him, clearly awed by the colors on display. His teddy bear sat in his lap, as though he wanted it to join in on seeing this.
This sight was almost too beautiful for Sinbad to interrupt. Doing so caused a tightening feeling in his chest, presumably out of guilt.
“Hey…” Shark directed his gaze to the most recent arrival, and grinned. He raised his free hand in greeting.
“I, uh…” Swallowing thickly, Sinbad gradually approached him. Shark in turn got to his feet, cradling the bear in his arm now. “I wanted to…”
Shaking his head, Shark chuckled. “I know, and it’s okay. I was just waiting for you to show up.” He then waved Sinbad over to join him in watching the sunset.
Making sure she was the only one home, Lolly dragged a shovel out to the backyard to begin digging. Her lack of experience in burying much of anything made utilizing the tool difficult.
The hole looked to be deep and long enough. After inspecting it, he decided it was good enough.
Lolly ran back in the house, entering her room. Bending down to look under her bed, she grabbed a sledgehammer covered in pumpkin debris.
“Ewww… Maybe I should’ve washed this off first.” Deciding she didn’t have any time to do so, Lolly carried the incriminating item back out.
Carefully laying it into the hole, Lolly grabbed her shovel again, and covered the sledgehammer with dirt.