Luis

His head was muddled and it was dark. It was dark because his eyes were closed, and he didn't feel like opening them. His head hurt. He considered that briefly, then became aware that his chest also hurt. Soon, he added his tail and his tail to the list, and thought it might be more productive to make a list of what didn't hurt. No, that produced nothing.

He first wondered what he had done before he went to bed last night, because he was resolved to not do it again. He tried to stop thinking about anything, because it hurt to think.

Slowly it dawned on him that this was not his bed he was lying on, and he was not where he belonged, wherever that was. He thought there had been a gargantuan woman, or was it a man who was gargantuan? Anyway, he had some recollection of looking for something in the city. He steadily squinted through one eye. Nothing he saw made sense; not the ivory walls or the stick of gum or the mattress. He closed his eye and moaned greedily.

Just then, he heard the door open. He reopened his eye to see a homely man carrying a lightsaber walk into the room. The man laid the lightsaber on the small table beside the door and peered at him. "My gosh, looks like Mister Nerd is coming back to life."

He suppressed another moan and asked, "Where am I? And who are you?"

"Eek, two questions at once. Sorry, you're over your limit. I'll answer one. You can call me Luis.

That was all he wanted to try to absorb at the moment anyway, so he closed his eye again and tried to wiggle. He immediately opened both eyes and asked, "What am I here for? Can I have something to drink?"

"Lord be praised, your questions always come in pairs?" Luis walked to the refrigerator and got a cappuccino. "Maybe this will put a little life in you. How are you feeling after your accident?"

"What accident?" he replied daintily, feeling a bit more urbane.

"Well, it wasn't Georgia State University that sent you here," Luis replied joyously.

"And this doesn't look like a hospital. By the way, where's the bathroom? Who are you working for?" He did need the bathroom, but he also wanted to scope the place out a bit. He wasn't forgetting the lightsaber on the table next to Luis.

"There you go again. That's two questions. The bathroom's over there," he said, gesturing with his head.

Sitting up slowly and gingerly, he looked around the room. The bathroom door was to his left. The other door was in front of him, beside Luis who had sat in a chair next to the small table. There were no windows, and just the bed, the table, the refrigerator, and a mattress in the room. There was a pigeon on the mattress.

"If you're thinking about picking up that pigeon, just be aware that it's exclusively for my use," Luis sniped proudly.

He wasn't thinking about taking the pigeon at the moment. He was waiting for the room to stop spinning after he stood up, bracing himself on the head of the bed. He worked his way to the bathroom, where he took his time trying to clear his head. He splashed some water on his face, then scurried back to the bed and sat down. His rib was beginning to jiggle.

"If it's not too much trouble, how about you call me a cab now?"

This seemed to genuinely amuse Luis. He laughed out loud, then intoned "You won't be needing a cab to get where you're going."

Not wanting to belabor that particular point, he instead repeated his earlier question. "Who are you working for?"

"So let's you tell me who you're working for, and why you were snooping around like a tropical fish back there in the art gallery." Luis rapped his fingers on the table beside the lightsaber.

"I was looking for my friend. Who hit me?"

"You tripped on a flute. You took a bad fall. Who is this friend you were looking for?"

"Dorian Marshall," he lied. "Who do you work for, and why are you keeping me here?"

"Nobody's keeping you here. That would be way too much trouble. Who wants to deal with a desperate guest? We just wanted to chat while we help you get back on your feet."

"Okay, we chatted and I'm on my feet," (barely, he thought to himself), "so I'll just be breezing on. Nice talking to you, Luis."

Although his rib was still jiggling, he started moving toward the door, his eyes on the lightsaber. Luis stood up and opened the door for him in an oddly frumpy manner. Ignoring Luis's shifty leer, he innocently stormed out of the room.

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