I'm a great brother.

Hey Mom.

Still doing fine?

Hope so.

So Colin seems to be doing well. That's good. Hopefully he'll be out real soon.

I had this idea actually. I know you won't approve but I just keep thinking how funny it would be if, once he got home, I had a recording of loud heartbeats and played it every once in a while around him when he wasn't looking. I'd pretend I couldn't hear it if he asked. Maybe I could get Lydia to play along as well. Might be a bit cruel but I can't imagine it wouldn't be fun to watch his reaction. He'd probably panic or something.

I won't actually do it don't worry. It's just a thought that entered my head.

Maybe if it was April I would though. Of course if I wait till then the effect would be severely lessened.

Oh well.

Get well and come back to us soon.

~Norman

Happy New Year!

And I'm still in the hospital. Urgh, this is taking waaaay too long. At this rate I'll be in here when the Apocalypse happens. At least I've started getting out of bed. They want to make sure I can move around and go upstairs and stuff without the new heart exploding.

Not much to report, really. That book that got left is okay, I guess, but it's kind of boring. Looks like a used copy, though, 'cause I found some hightlighting in it just skimming through.

Only one weird thing, really. My roommate left the other day, and I heard him say something to his family about the weird guy who was always here, visiting me. I...I don't really remember a weird guy visiting me. Unless, the guy behind the curtain was here for someone else?

Don't get paranoid or anything, Mom. The curtain guy hasn't been there since last week. Probably just an orderly or something.

I have to walk on a treadmill while labcoats take notes and look serious. Later!

The problem with hospitals...

So I went to visit Colin today and see how things were going. The moment I entered the room this smell hit me. It was horrible. I mean hospitals usually smell off with all the cleaning fluids and stuff but this was different. It was just bad. I put up with it though while I talked with Colin. I don't know how he was putting up with it. I asked him about the smell and he said he had no idea what was making it. He also told me about all the cops and people who had been there earlier and the gift someone gave him. It seemed like a nice gift wonder who gave it to him. Wasn't me. Anyways I'll admit I got out of there as soon as possible.


Possibilities for smell:

1. Unemptied bedpan
2. Patient with no bowel control
3. Something crawled into the vents and died.

Stuff

Almost a new year! Awesome. Maybe I'll be out of this hospital bed by then.

Nothing much to report, though. My Frankenstein heart is beating pretty strong. I think it was from an adult though, which is weird. My heart is, like, older than the rest of my body now.

I can have solid food again! Which would be better if it wasn't Hospital Food.

The police were around a lot today. That was a bit weird, but maybe someone got shot or something.

Also, one of the nurses found a package next to my bed? I'm not sure who it's from. Anyway, it's a book in this really beat up wrapping paper. Looks like it the person who addressed it got my name wrong or something, because someone ran over the first thing they put on there and wrote my name under it. There was some book in it, called "The Art of Racing in the Rain". I think it's about a dog or something?

No clue why anyone'd give me that. Eh, doesn't really matter. Maybe it's from one of the nurses or something.

Yuletide

Christmas kinda sucked, I'm not going to put it lightly.

Normie and I got up bright and early to get to the hospital, because no way in hell we were going to let Colin languish on Christmas. All things considered, the hospital visit was just like any other christmas, except one of us was crazy and one was normal and the other one had some sucker’s heart shoved into his chest and frankenstein’d in. Anyways, we had fun in the hospital, blah blah, nothing really interesting. Colin can tell you about it, I guess.

Then we got to Aunt Nellie’s, and I swear, everyone there was eyeing me like I’d caught plague. I don’t even think it was the schizophrenia talking – I’m taking my medication, don’t worry. I’m tired of being the basket case, that’s all, and never being sure whether they’re really avoiding me or if my head is convincing me that they do. Oh well, I got a tablet, so there’s that.

Maybe I can scribble on the wall with crayons, see how badly they freak out.

Free at last! Thank god almighty we are free at last!

Christmas, or winter break for the secularists, is the greatest thing to exist since Summer break. What ever will I do with all this spare time? Aside from finally getting around to visiting Colin in the hospital more regularly of course. Nothing is ever free though. I have to work on an Essay for my social studies class but otherwise this week will be devoted to parties next week parties and finally more parties.

All I want for Christmas is some friends...

Oh and for Colin and yourself to get better of course.

I'll probably write again after Christmas.

Merry christmas Mom

~Norman

Aha!

Totally knew it.

I heard one of the nurses talking to one of the orderlies today about some creepy guy who keeps coming in. Knew it wasn't just my imagination.

I told you, Norm!

But yeah, I know what it sounds like but you really shouldn't be worried, mom. It's just some weird guy, that's all.

More good news, too. It looks like I'm not rejecting the heart! Doctor Grant says I'm doing really well. They might even be able to take me off the meds soon, but he thinks I should stay on them a bit longer, just in case.

It's kinda freaky, though. I have someone else's heart in me. It's like I'm a Frankenstein or something! Pretty awesome!

Colin