Author's note: I wrote this for my grandpa, as he passed away in September of 2010.
Chapter Six; JakobiePhoenix definitely held on. She was a smart-aleck, too. She wasn’t about to do anything anyone told her to do without a fight. She soon found that she wasn’t going to get anywhere arguing, so she soon gave up on everything. She was able to get up and move around before too long, first having to drag around her IV stand, then having to carry a water bottle if she didn’t want the stand. The IV stayed in the form of a tube taped to her hand to allow anything to be given without another injection.
When I wasn’t attending to someone else, I walked beside her and her aunt, watching her look into rooms with people who would never leave this place, or simply looking in amazement at machines and other things. They would talk, I would listen. They would never notice I was there. I never wanted her to see me, for fear of maybe scaring her into a heart attack, or for fear of her thinking I was a stalker. I kind of was, I guess. An invisible one. There were some close calls where I thought maybe she saw me, but one encounter really changed things.