Part XIII- I melted wax to fix my wings

Naturally Sadie finishes, and on comes some random frantic cartoon thing.

I have never been more 'not in the mood' in my entire life.

So I reach over, grab my little remote and switch it off.

Now what?

Hmmm, I wonder whats out of my window.

Standing up, five things happen out once.

1.I get tangled in whatever wires they've got stuck in my arms.
2.I remember that my stomach hurts
3.A passing nurse freaks out
4.The world begins its regular swirly dancing
5.and 'good one genius'

The nurse gently shoves me back into my bed and rearranges my wiring while giving me an impossibly stern lecture about how I have a very serious stomach injury and absolutely cannot do that again until a doctor tells me I can. In writing. And to get some rest.

Big shocker there.

So I try.

I stare at my curtains.

A lot.

I begin to count the bunches of ugly flowers so cheaply printed onto them.

Factor in fractions.

Try to figure out what they are, dredging my exhausted mind for useless flecks of botany.

Oh, thats what they are. Chrysanthemums.

37 and 5/9ths of vomit coloured chrysanthemums.

woopdy doo.

Finally, I decide I'll result to sleeping pills.

yay for the call button.
One quick 'can't sleep' and a new colour is added to the rainbow of chemicals running through my veins.

After a few minutes, my eyelids feel extraordinarily heavy.

I let them close and a second later, they are open again.

Well thats just great, they didn't work at all.

call button again.

'You must try the tea!!' an eccentric looking middle aged man with a giant purple hat points to his elbow as he bustles in with a tray of what looks like it was meant to be dinner.

If this wasn't weird enough, he is followed in by a human sized rabbit, in a waistcoat!!

'You... you're a rabbit!!'
'WHAT did you say?'

'You heard me!'
'Good sir! I am not a rabbit!!!! Anyone with half a brain could see that I am a hare!!'

'A hair? But you are much too large to be a hair, hairs are much thinner! And I'm not a sir either!!'
'ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT!!'
'JAM, GET THE JAM!!!!!!SOMEONE GET THE JAM BEFORE THIS GETS REALLY MESSY!!'

'Jam?? I thought that was for the doormouse?'
'This is nonspecific calming jam, silly!'

A large dollop of what appeared to be grape jelly later, calm was restored, the hare was sleeping and the hat man was pouring me a cup of tea.

Again.

'You look like an intelligent man...'
He blinked at me.
'I think you should have your eyes checked young lady. surely it could be accurately said that I look like a man, but intelligence has nothing to do with appearance. It takes a truly intelligent person to know that intelligence is all about paper cuts!'

'What?'
'I think I've made my point.'

'Anyway, I just wanted to ask you something.'
'Certainly my dear prune flange'

'Where's Alice?'
In that 6/8ths of an instant, all the ridiculous colour drains from him, seeming even to make his hat a paler shade of insanity violets.

Without taking his eyes from me, he shakes the hare awake, hurriedly gathers up his teacups and stands for a moment, seeming to try to think of something to say.

'...MOVE DOWN!!!! MOVE DOWN CLEAN CUP MOVE DOWN MOVE CUP CLEAN DOWN CUP DOWN MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE'

and they ran.

why won't anyone tell me what happened to alice??