A Five-Minute Life

I nodded. Alonzo started to speak when movement above caught our eyes. Thea appeared in the window of her room. She didn’t look down but put her hand on the glass and stared out over the forest, to the mountains in the distance.

“You can’t be looking at her like that,” Alonzo said.

I flinched and tore my gaze from Thea. “I’m not—”

“And you can’t be taking nothing from the sanitarium. If Delia Hughes knew you did this, she’d have your ass, no questions asked.”

“They feel important,” I said in a low voice. “Those word chains—”

“They aren’t your business, son. We been over this. She isn’t like you or me. She looks pretty. Healthy. She smiles a lot. But she’s brain damaged. Brain damaged.”

I shuddered. “I know.”

“Do you?” Alonzo cocked his head. “You’re reading into her scribbles like they’re a secret code. You look at her like there’s hope.”

“Hope…?”

“Hope she’s going to get better.”

“Don’t we all want that for these patients?”

Alonzo narrowed his eyes. “We do, but I told you, they’re not going to get better. Miss Hughes isn’t going to get better. Not today or tomorrow. Not ten years from now. The doctors have been all over her case. They’ve seen these.” He waved the drawings. “And there’s nothing they can do.”

I shifted on the bench, the weight of his words like a prison sentence being handed down to Thea. Twenty-three years old, with no other health issues. She could easily live to be… seventy? Eighty? Sixty more years in this place? Sixty years of drawings, introductions, and How long has it been? All the while, somehow knowing she was trapped with no way to get out.

I couldn’t fucking imagine it.

“There’s nothing they can do?” I asked. “Nothing at all?”

“Althea Hughes has one of the worse documented case of amnesia in medical history,” Alonzo said. “If there were something to be done, her doctors would do it.”

I sank back against the bench. “She’s trapped.”

Alonzo studied me a moment more then ground out his cigarette and picked up the butt. “Watch yourself, son.”

My head whipped up to meet his gaze. “I would n-n-never—”

“Never take her personal property home with you?”

He’s right. I sound like a fucking stalker.

“I get feelings about people,” Alonzo said. “Been good at reading them. I suspect you’re a good man, but this is your warning. Watch yourself and watch your hope. Watch that you don’t want Miss Hughes to get better just for her sake but for yours too.”

He handed me the drawings.

“I take it you know where to put these?”

I nodded.

“Good. See you in there.”

He walked away and when he was gone, I let the drawings uncurl in my loose grip.

Leave this to her doctors.

They were neurosurgeons and psychologists with years of training and education. I was an orderly with a high school diploma.

I stood up and headed back toward the dumpster. I shot a last glance up at the window, but Thea wasn’t there anymore.