Kells said; “Don’t let that worry you,” stared forward into the fog.
There was a small zebra galloping up and down the footboard. He was striped red white blue like a barber pole; his ears were tasseled, flopped back and forth awkwardly. Then he faded into a bright mist; the room tipped over to darkness. Kells yelled...
Then it was raining outside. Gray...
After a while Kells opened his eyes and looked up at Borg, said: “Hello, baby,” softly.
Borg giggled. He said: “Don’t be sentimental.”
Doc Janis same over and stared bleakly down over Borg’s shoulder. He said: “By God! I never saw such a tough egg.”
Kells blinked at him, closed his eyes. He heard Janis talking to Borg as if from a great distance: “Give him all the whiskey he wants, but no more of this. Understand?”
Kells wondered idly what this was. He mumbled, “Gimme drink a water,” fell asleep.
When he awoke he lay with his eyes closed listening to rain beat against the windows.
He said, “What time is it?” opened his eyes.