Letters for the sick

[channe]

Letters appear by the bedsides of some of those afflicted with sleep, dropped off by a black-haired girl who lingered quietly for a moment and then moved off.

Tebrin,
My heero. Seeing yu kil Jirye was sumethin real speshul. When yu wake up Im gonna bye yu a drink. Man alive yu shud be proud of yurself.
Agnie Kaczmarek.


Ariane,
Yu held me when I dyed.
I will not forget.
Please wak up and when yu do come see me.
Agnie.


Glenn,
The next tyme were in a dreem and we are together I am goinge to KNOCK YU OWT AND DRAG YU AROWND SO YU DONT KILL ME TOO. all that talk abowt stayeing together and yu had to go blow yur hed off. what did it feel like? it really hurt for me. I MEAN REALLY REALLY RIGHT BEFORE MY HED BLEW OFF.

I am hapy you are not ded.
Agnie.

[Glenn]

Dear Agnie,

I say this once and only once: I'm sorry. The last few days have been hell. We'll get him. I won't die on you again if you promise not to die on me.

Glenn

[Tebrin]

Later, upon awakening, Tebrin would find some time to read that note, to smile, to feel that heartwarming sense of accomplishment that his deed warranted.

Even more pressing, he would contemplate how it was, exactly, that Agnieszka could fail to spell "you," and yet know precisely how to spell "Kaczamarek."

For now, he slept.