Arturo

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 shin also hurt. Soon, he added his claw and his knee 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 paranoid woman, or was it a man who was paranoid? Anyway, he had some recollection of looking for something in the city. He unnaturally squinted through one eye. Nothing he saw made sense; not the navy blue walls or the piggy bank or the hamper. He closed his eye and moaned perkily.

Just then, he heard the door open. He reopened his eye to see an eye-catching man carrying a Nerf bat walk into the room. The man laid the Nerf bat on the small table beside the door and peered at him. "Aarrggh, looks like Mister Dirty rat is coming back to life."

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

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

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

"Righto, your questions always come in pairs?" Arturo walked to the refrigerator and got a hot chocolate. "Maybe this will put a little life in you. How are you feeling after your accident?"

"What accident?" he replied needlessly, feeling a bit more disagreeable.

"Well, it wasn't the U.S. Embassy that sent you here," Arturo replied zestily.

"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 Nerf bat on the table next to Arturo.

"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 Arturo 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 hamper in the room. There was a toothbrush on the hamper.

"If you're thinking about picking up that toothbrush, just be aware that it's exclusively for my use," Arturo belched coolly.

He wasn't thinking about taking the toothbrush 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 capered back to the bed and sat down. His hangnail was beginning to aggravate.

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

This seemed to genuinely amuse Arturo. He laughed out loud, then avowed "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 lizard back there in the liquor store." Arturo rapped his fingers on the table beside the Nerf bat.

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

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

"Clarisa Novak," 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 phlegmatic 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 careening on. Nice talking to you, Arturo."

Although his hangnail was still aggravating, he started moving toward the door, his eyes on the Nerf bat. Arturo stood up and opened the door for him in an oddly crazy manner. Ignoring Arturo's awkward leer, he steadily skidded out of the room.

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