Dick had to watch Jimmy's funeral over zoom. There were first troubles connecting, then trouble hearing the speeches of Jimmy's friends and family. When it was Dicks turn to speak no one could unmute it.
Dick still did his speech. He watched people trying to see if his lips stopped moving. They clapped. Dick turned his camera off and cried.
He looked at his stomach larger than yesterday, but to be honest he wasn't hungry.
One more injection session then it was just monitoring.
He had all the appointments on a board a calendar. He crossed out the days he attended with an X. Added added his money up on the right side. Usually hee deposited his money in a bank, but this last one its too much of a hassle to go.
Especially without Peter. He missed Jimmy, and his smile. It annoyed him while he was alive, but now he missed it. It was nice having a person to make coffee for Dick thought. Jimmy was so appreciative, because he never made things himself. Dick could throw-up on a plate, and he would be happy.
He tried then to make coffee. He was more mobile now, able to move around just a few feet from his wheel chair. He used a french press. Added the grounds, and then the almost boiling water stirring it. He waited for 2 minutes. then pressed. It was too big for just him so he poured two cups. Thinking that if Jimmy was here it would be his.
He laid out the table two cups and he sat on one side facing the door.
He took a breath in then out sighing.
"Miss you bud."
Just then his roommate barges in.
"Woah man, didn't expect you to be in here, uh just making some coffee. Hey, you gunna drink that?"
"Oh, uhh no, just put the extra there. "
His roommate gave him a look like he was weird, then he drank it in one gulp.
While belching "Thanks man, I owe ya!" he walked out, and Dick was alone again.
Dick still did his speech. He watched people trying to see if his lips stopped moving. They clapped. Dick turned his camera off and cried.
He looked at his stomach larger than yesterday, but to be honest he wasn't hungry.
One more injection session then it was just monitoring.
He had all the appointments on a board a calendar. He crossed out the days he attended with an X. Added added his money up on the right side. Usually hee deposited his money in a bank, but this last one its too much of a hassle to go.
Especially without Peter. He missed Jimmy, and his smile. It annoyed him while he was alive, but now he missed it. It was nice having a person to make coffee for Dick thought. Jimmy was so appreciative, because he never made things himself. Dick could throw-up on a plate, and he would be happy.
He tried then to make coffee. He was more mobile now, able to move around just a few feet from his wheel chair. He used a french press. Added the grounds, and then the almost boiling water stirring it. He waited for 2 minutes. then pressed. It was too big for just him so he poured two cups. Thinking that if Jimmy was here it would be his.
He laid out the table two cups and he sat on one side facing the door.
He took a breath in then out sighing.
"Miss you bud."
Just then his roommate barges in.
"Woah man, didn't expect you to be in here, uh just making some coffee. Hey, you gunna drink that?"
"Oh, uhh no, just put the extra there. "
His roommate gave him a look like he was weird, then he drank it in one gulp.
While belching "Thanks man, I owe ya!" he walked out, and Dick was alone again.
