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The secret club that they all belong to
No one invited me to join
They call themeselves humans, but they don't offer me an invitation.
I try to join
But there's no room left for me
The dump me in a hospital so I'm out of the way.
And then I meet him.
He extends his hand, and he's the only one.
Surrounded by friends, blessed with fame, loved by a family.
He extends a hand to me.
I pull away, but he keeps reaching.
I run away, and still he holds out his hand.
I'm out of sight, but his hand still stays.
I want to rush back, and take his hand.
And take both hands, and let him take mine.
But I can't.
I want to, but I can't.
So I stay here, alone.
And I dont'.

"I was hoping you'd come see me last night."

Rose jumped. The voice startled her, and she dropped the pen she was clutching. Her head jerked up, and her eyes met Brian's. "Wow. Deja vu." He said. Rose smiled. Once again, she was in the library, writing in her notebook, when Brian appeared at the doorway, said something to her, and made her drop her pen and lose her train of thought. He pulled out the chair he'd sat in the last time, and sat down akwardly, since he was now accompanied by a metal contraption that held his IV bag. He saw Rose looking at it. "It's just an IV." He explained. "Just a safety procedure."

Rose laughed. "I know what an IV is, Brian. I'm in the hospital, too, remember?"

Brian looked down sheepishly. "Oh, yeah. I guess so. Never mind." Rose closed her notebook, and pulled it closer to her. Brian looked up. "Whatcha hiding in there?"

Her eyes widened. "Nothing!" She said, just a little too quickly. "Just some crap I was writing."

Brian shook his head. "Nothing you do is crap, Rose." He said. Then he regretted saying it. Not because of her reaction (a modest smile) but because of the fact that he thought it was true. Here was a girl that he'd only met two days ago, and had barely said a hundred words to, and all of a sudden, he was telling her that every thing she did was amazing. Not quite in those words, but the message was the same. And the scary part was, he meant it.

"So, are you feeling better?" Rose asked, breaking the silence.

Brian nodded, a releived grin crossing his face. "Yeah. I was really worried about the surgery, you know? I mean, I know it's routine and all, but still. Anyway, I've got another meeting with my doctor later today, and I'm pretty sure that everything's fixed. I think I'm gonna be okay."

Rose's face broke into a grin. "That's great, Brian." She looked great when she was smiling. You couldn't tear your eyes away from her grin, which meant that you did notice the bruises and the protruding bones. "Really."

Brian smiled, and then hopped up. Which turned out to be a stupid move, since it caused his IV cart to crash over. He picked it up off the floor and straightened it out. Then he looked at Rose. "Oh, I, uh, meant to do that."

Rose laughed. "Yeah, I know you did."

"So, let's go do something." He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet, too. "There's a rumpus room down there somewhere, isn't there?"

"Yeah. . ." Rose wrinkled her nose. "But all it is is video games and a TV, and it's usually filled with a bunch of little kids."

Brian's smile widened. "Good! I love video games!" He was still holding onto her hand, and he started yanking her out of the room. "C'mon."

"But I don't know how!" Rose whined.

"I'll show you." He promised. "Do you want to stop by your room first and put that away?" He nodded to her notebook. Rose said yes, so they went into her room ro put it down before they walked on to the rumpus room. He still hadn't let go of her hand.