Most days he was fine but there were days when he would have fever and get chills all over. He was in a delirium. He vaguely remembered shouting things although he did not recall whatever he said. But he felt that it must have been terrible. Later on, he learned that he had experienced seizures three times while he was confined in the hospital.

Without warning he would feel as though he was suffocating.

He was aware that he was breathing but he just couldn't feel the air enter his lungs. He was hyperventilating.

He thought he was going to die each time it happened. He was vaguely aware of the people holding him each time he had an attack. It happened a few times until he found out by accident how to manage it.

He held his breath for more than a second. He thought that it would be his last breath but the next time he inhaled he could now feel the air enter his lungs.

Jamie saw the blond woman in tears occasionally when she thought he was sleeping. From the conversations that he heard he learned that the woman was called Elisa.

Sometimes he would see the tall man called Jared when he was conscious. They would talk to him but he would close his eyes and pretend to sleep. Other than that, he would just listen to them talk in English.

He didn't know how long he had been in that room but what he knew for sure was he wanted to go out.

He was feeling a bit better. He could sit up and manage to maintain his posture without help. Sure, there was pain in his abdomen but it was manageable. He was no longer bothered to pee on the container although he still preferred the privacy of the toilet.

A female nurse came into the room and greeted them with a smile. She was holding a bathroom scale and a clipboard.

"Good morning Jamie," she said and placed the scale on the floor.

He blinked and nodded.

"I am going to get your weight today. Can you stand up?" The nurse asked.

He hadn't tried standing up yet. He could only sit down. But still he nodded.

Slowly he moved himself at the edge of the bed. It took all his energy for that little move. He sat there unmoving for a while.

When he decided that he was ready, he used his arms to propel him to the floor. But it only made him slide down. His limbs failed him.

He heard everyone gasp before he fell.

He was sure as hell he would have face planted on the floor but before that could happen he felt large hands grip his torso.

"Jamie are you alright?" Elisa asked.

He couldn't respond immediately. The sudden movement made him dizzy and breathless. He was lifted up by large arms and he was set back on the bed.

"I'm sorry," the nurse said remorsefully.

What they did instead was weigh Jared then they weighed them together and subtracted the man's weight to get Jamie's. The nurse recorded the number in the chart and made her way out.

All those movements made Jamie tired so he closed his eyes just for a nap. The nap lasted longer for the next time he woke up it was a few hours later when he felt his veins burning.

He hissed.

Looking up he saw a nurse holding a syringe to the IV line on his wrist.

"The antibiotics are going to hurt a bit so I will push it slow." The nurse explained.

Jamie could never get used to being poked by a needle despite the number of times they did so.

After the nurse left, the blond woman covered his arm with a cold compress and then changed it later to a warm one. He slept for a bit only to wake up when they delivered his food. After seeing what was on the tray, he pushed it away.

"You have to eat," the blond woman said.

It was tasteless. He wanted to complain but he kept his thoughts to himself.

"What do you want to eat then?"

After getting no response from the boy Elisa sighed.

"Let's call Jared and see if he can make something for you," she said. She rang the man up and placed him on speaker. "You're on speaker Jar. Could you make Jamie some food?"

"Sure," the man on the phone said. "What would you like to eat Jamie."

But still the boy did not reply.

"Would you like some porridge with chicken, ginger, and leeks?" He asked.

The boy seemed to think about it and did not have any negative reaction.

"Yes Jar. I think Jamie would like that."

"Alright. I'll be there in an hour." He ended the call.

Elisa placed the phone on the table. "How about the banana? Would you like to that?"

He nodded and Elise peeled banana from the tray. She also handed him milk in a small box which he sipped but couldn't finish. He felt like he couldn't breathe so he pulled the nasal cannula and held it on his hands just in case he needed it.

Elise looked at him worried. "Are you alright?"

Eyes closed, the boy nodded.

"Please Jamie tell me if you are hurting alright?" She sounded sad.

He just nodded. Then placed the cannula in his nose before he slept. He didn't want to die in his sleep.

An hour later he was woken up.

"Food is here," Jared said.

Jared opened the container and served him a bowl of warm porridge. The smell made his mouth water. When he tasted the food, he felt his eyes water at the familiar taste. He was able to take a couple of spoons before pushing the bowl away to drink some water. He couldn't eat much because when does, he felt it would be hard for him to breath.