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Thomas Skies promptly left the psycho ward. He opened the door of the bus in which Dennis was waiting. “Come,” he said. “Let’s get away from here. Let’s go some place.”

“Has something happened?”

“No. Nothing. It’s merely that I Have had enough of hospital life.”

“Just a minute.” Dennis called to the guy who stood before the entry, selling hotdogs. “Old man,” he said. Now don’t be overly excessive.”

“Two dollars. For you. Because you gave me that advice for my psychological difficulty.”

“Did it help?”

“No. How can it, as long as I ‘ve to stand out here all day long in the cold?”

“You are the most insensible patient I ever met in my own life.”

He took the hotdog. “Here is my apology for having you to meet me today,” he said to Thomas and put the hotdog down on the seat by him on the bus. “Would you like to have a drink somewhere?”

“No. I had like to visit the park. Set within my hands. Not on the filthy seat.”

“It’s all right down there. One should enjoy hotdogs, but not make a lot of fuss about them.”

He turned his head immediately. “You mean one should not spoil what you enjoy?”

“No. I merely mean that you ought ton’t exaggerate a nice gesture. Besides, at the instant it is better if there are not any hotdogs between us.”

Thomas looked at him hesitantly for a moment. His face brightened. “Do you know what I did now? I concentrated. Resided again. I had hope. Breathed hope; and rested; got out of bed early for the very first time . I’d clear thoughts again; and could see with no fogy head.”

As the street narrowed the driver steered the bus out from among the cluster of cars. He then jerked on the brakes. The thrust threw Dennis and Thomas toward on and up with their feet. Thomas was caught by him by the shoulders, stood still for a moment as they both were standing. It was like a fresh wind as though he was calming down from your long day, the unusual defensiveness within him was going he sat back down and thought about his mental disorders.

Dennis looked at him. He sat leaning back against the dirty leather seats and his shoulders his torso let out a heavy morning sigh. He was forthright and not closed and with hope for he said what he felt and he he didn’t’ care to conceal his feelings.

Group therapy was being performed by me, he thought. I forgot about Thomas. I was with another customer. I was someplace in the present. Without him. Afterward after I recalled we had a date I had to rush out to meet him.

“Thomas,” he said and put his hands on his shoulders, which he’d close by anyway. “Last time we’d session it was a hundred dollars an hour for several weeks. Just how long will you desire my time?”

“More, perhaps a couple of months; possibly years.” Thomas had money. The woman along side of them looked like a nurse, with a very long forehead which was calculating how much he’d need to pay. Dennis bent to her over Thomas. His slight appearance made her turn her head away.

“Farewell nurse,” he said, standing up, he understood her from the hospital.

“Good day doctor.” The fat nurse turned her head again to the other side of the bus.

It was shining in the park. The door to the toilet was open. There was a light in there, as Dennis waited outside by a bench and it was turned by Thomas on. Dennis hesitated. He presumed thus, although he didn’t know whether Thomas was in the bathroom after fifteen minutes of waiting. He then heard his breathing heavy as he opened the door. He walked through the bathroom door. He didn’t say anything. He knew he was here and something was wrong. Suddenly the room was full of tension and expectancy and quiet –like a vortex which demanded a call that is silent –an unknown blackness beyond his soul ebbed from which rose the dim light from your dizziness of the red bathroom. He had understood he was a tumult mess, as if frozen inside ice cub.

The door closed behind him. Now in the clear although dimmed light of the white lightbulbs hanging down from your ceiling by a cord, he felt an old familiar agitation. He turned to the shower space; it was the only shower in the large toilet. When it was installed he remembered it.

The hot water ran down and out to the entry. Thomas Skies was lying and waiting to take him. He’d cut his skin along a smooth cut, his writs and deep, both hazards; his hair all messed up, all over it running, and his eyes shone in the shower room that was more subdued in relation to the outer room. He looked around involuntarily if the bathroom had had another entrance, but it did not.

Thomas stood up naked, dried himself bleeding and weak. Odd eyes, what had fluttered in those eyes, presumed Dennis!

“Dennis,” Thomas said out of the subdued shower room. “Take me to the hospital fast, look at what I did!

He stood still. He recognized he was anxious that day in the hospital and on the bus at the same time. He understood he couldn’t have chosen many things society or he might have said. It was right he concluded. Let him perish. Loose was eased into by his thoughts, but certainty that was hardened. “Did you believe you’d be saved in time? He inquired.

“That thought was simple; it was lying down in the shower waiting for you that was hard; but I waited anyhow, knowing you’d come and save me.

It was great to feel the warm sun out side Dennis thought. It was great that Thomas had found a means to escape he told himself. As Thomas fell onto the floor, too week to stand and he walked away. It happened to Dennis, vaguely that therein set the delight of risk, although fascination. Thomas put down his arm, and unexpectedly expired. And Dennis walked away, saying, “That Is reality.”

Realidad de Thomas Skies

Thomas Skies rápidamente abandonó la sala de Psicología. “Venga”, le dijo. “Vamos an escaparnos de aquí.

“¿ Ha pasado algo?”

“No. Nada.

” Sólo un memento.” Dennis llamó al hombre que estaba de pie en la entrada, vendiendo dogs that are hot. “Viejo”, le dijo. “Dame un hot dog. ¿ Cuánot cuestan? Ahora, que no sea demasiado caro.”

“Dos dólares”. Para usted. Como usted me dio la información para mi problema psicológico.”

“¿Te ayudó esto?”

“Usted es el paciente más insensible que alguna vez encontré en mi vida.”

Él tomó el hot dog. “Ahí está mi disculpa por haberle hecho reunirnos hoy,” le dijo a Thomas y dejó el hot dog sobre el asiento junto a él en el autobús. “¿Quisiera usted beber algo en algún sitio?”

“No. Me gustarían ir al parque. ”

“¿Esta bien allí? An uno le puede gustar los hot dogs, pero no hacer demasiado alboroto sobre ellos.”

“No. Sólo quiero decir que uno no deberían exagerar un gesto agradable.