Amy was saying all the right things. The problem with that was it only made him like Jareth more. It’s a terrible situation to be in to like someone and not be able to act on it, or, in this case, try to figure out what was going on. “Thanks..for looking..into that. I’d give you..my key..but I don’t have one.” He smiled at her, almost laughing. He really did take into account what she was saying. As she left the room, her words were still playing in his ears. ‘Show him you’re ready to get better..How strong you are. Just be yourself. Easier said than done. How can I be myself when I don’t know who I am?’ He closed his eyes, still seeing the brown door in his mind. ‘It has to be home. It has to be something important. It just has to. Why else would I keep seeing it?’
When Jareth enters the room, he opens his eyes at the sound of his voice. “Yeah. It..helped. A lot. Thank..you.” Speaking was coming easier. Finding the right words was his problem now. He nods as Jareth tells him he’s heading out for the night. Being honest with himself, he felt sad knowing Jareth was leaving. There was comfort in knowing he was right there in the hospital. “Her kind,” he questions. “What..is she? Is she..human?” He never thought Amy was anything but human. She certainly seems human. “I’m not afraid..of being alone.” It was the truth. There was a much deeper fear, and it drove him to say what he did next. “I’m afraid..that when I go..to sleep..I won’t..wake up..again. The last time..I went..to sleep..was..six months..ago. I don’t want..to lose..more time,..but if..I go to sleep..and don’t..wake up,..I want you..to know..that……” He stopped, looking at him, wanting to say it, but the courage just wasn’t there. So instead he tells him, “You’re..a good..doctor. Thank you.”