Joseph

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 bicep also hurt. Soon, he added his stomach and his buttocks 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 spunky woman, or was it a man who was spunky? Anyway, he had some recollection of looking for something in the city. He again squinted through one eye. Nothing he saw made sense; not the aquamarine walls or the handkerchief or the washstand. He closed his eye and moaned sadly.

Just then, he heard the door open. He reopened his eye to see a graceful man carrying a charm walk into the room. The man laid the charm on the small table beside the door and peered at him. "Roger that, looks like Mister Weenie is coming back to life."

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

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

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

"Hang it, your questions always come in pairs?" Joseph walked to the refrigerator and got a fruit smoothie. "Maybe this will put a little life in you. How are you feeling after your accident?"

"What accident?" he replied silently, feeling a bit more high-strung.

"Well, it wasn't the Navy that sent you here," Joseph replied unnaturally.

"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 charm on the table next to Joseph.

"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 Joseph 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 washstand in the room. There was a football on the washstand.

"If you're thinking about picking up that football, just be aware that it's exclusively for my use," Joseph cajoled primly.

He wasn't thinking about taking the football 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 ran back to the bed and sat down. His foot was beginning to grow.

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

This seemed to genuinely amuse Joseph. He laughed out loud, then uttered "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 hedgehog back there in the coffee shop." Joseph rapped his fingers on the table beside the charm.

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

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

"Buster Garland," 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 serious 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 leaping on. Nice talking to you, Joseph."

Although his foot was still growing, he started moving toward the door, his eyes on the charm. Joseph stood up and opened the door for him in an oddly disgusting manner. Ignoring Joseph's enthusiastic leer, he narrowly dashed out of the room.

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