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The lost iPods turn up in the lost and found. Peter pokes one.

"You know," he says, to no one in particular, "it's strange. Of everything in the world -- everything in my past life -- all I remember is Bejeweled."

He picks up an iPod touch and clicks around until he finds the games. Then he plays Bejeweled.

When he loses, the bar explodes.

St. Jude's is in an uproar. Not only is it the first day of school after the summer, it's the first day of coed St. Jude's, period ( Read more... )

Fours days've gone by since he stopped taking the meds. On the second day he scraped his finger and watched, disappointed, as it bled sluggishly down the side of his hand; on the third day he tried to make his foot invisible, and only succeeded in straining his eyes (and, somehow, pulling a muscle in his toe).

Today is day five.

You can tell Peter's morale's improving. This time, he's sitting up.

And staring at the wall instead of the ceiling.

In a way this would be easier if he had any way to keep track of time ( Read more... )

One of the good things about being a nurse is: you know where the hospitals are ( Read more... )

( Songs for Peter. )

"Look out!"

It's a good thing Peter hasn't met Niki yet, because if he had, the door handle would be pulp. Luckily, his strength is all his own, and the only damage is to his whitening knuckles.

It's not a Nissan Versa.

It's not a Nissan Rogue, either.

Peter drives like a crazy person.