Dragonfly Page #3

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then brought me

back up.

She kind of flew me.

She flew me out...

so I could come back...

and tell somebody something.

Tell what, Jeffrey?

To who?

Joe.

Tell me what, Jeffrey?

Tell Joe what?

It was loud in the rainbow...

like thunder in there.

- Tell me what, Jeffrey?

- I don't know.

You were calling my name.

Joe.

Joe!

Joe, can't you hear me?

Joe!

All right, Jeffrey.

Joe! Joe!

Jeffrey, slow down.

Whoa, whoa.

Look at my eyes.

Look at my eyes.

Just breathe.

Just breathe

a little bit, okay?

What happened?

I'm fine.

We were-

He wanted to know

what happened yesterday.

His heart stopped again.

I know.

- I was there, actually.

- He wanted to know what happened...

while it was stopped.

Oh. Telling one of

his tall tales again.

Trying to get on TV.

I'm gonna give him a dust mop next time so

he can sweep the ceiling while he's up there.

My daddy don't believe me.

He do the "bald spot"

on you?

It don't work

on everybody.

Just us bald guys, huh? Phew!

Yeah, he got me with that one too.

You had me going there,

Jeffrey. It was the truth.

You don't believe me?

What if I do remember what

she wants to tell you...

then would you believe me?

Do you remember it?

If you come back, I might.

What who wants to tell him?

His wife. She wants me

to tell him something.

Probably to take

out the trash, huh?

What?

He even had me believing

he saw my bald spot...

from the ceiling, till I

saw a mirror behind my head.

We can thank Mom for those

genes, right, Dad?

I hate to burst your bubble, Joe, but

I can see your bald spot from here.

I think bald is sexy.

Really?

Yes.

I've got a parrot

that might turn you on.

Are you still living with

that messy thing? Joe!

We're working on our relationship.

Is it a talking parrot?

A listening parrot.

A bird after my own heart. That's

what I do for a living: listen.

Really?

Gwyn's a grief counselor, Joe. That's why I

thought it might be a good idea for you to meet.

Is that right?

I've heard a lot of clients talk about the

near-death experiences of their loved ones-

how they'd wake up talking

about being in a dark tunnel...

moving toward the light.

And what's

your thought on it?

I'm just your parrot,

Joe. Just listening.

I can tell you as an eye

surgeon, it's all very simple.

The tunnel is

literal tunnel vision.

And the white light is the gradual

bleaching out of the optic screen.

As it grows bigger, it would

seem like you're moving toward it.

How do you explain their ability

to recall what everyone said...

around their deathbed after

they were declared dead-

to describe what

the doctors were wearing...

down to the patterns

on their ties?

It's the way

we measure death.

Obviously the brain is still

functioning on some subliminal level...

soaking up all the last bits

of what's left to hear and see.

That's what you get for having

dinner with a family of doctors-

no discussion about floating

around on the ceiling;

no tunnel;

no bright lights.

Next thing, they're gonna

tell us there's no tooth fairy.

Funny thing is, I thought I

heard him calling out for me.

This kid.

I heard his voice

calling 'Joe. "

And when I introduced myself to him,

he asked me if I was Emily's Joe.

Said that Emily

was trying to reach me.

Do you believe she's

trying to reach you, Joe?

No, Counselor, I don't.

I can give you

an hour for free.

Bye, Joe. You want me to

package up dessert for you?

Sorry.

Use your phone?

Excuse me.

I am kind of busy

at the moment, yeah.

Well, isn't there anyone else

who can cover for me tonight?

All right. I understand.

I'll be right over.

I'm sorry. I'd really like

to stay. No, you wouldn't.

It's too threatening.

It's about unresolved issues

you're not ready to deal with yet-

guilt, anger

toward our loved ones-

that's why

we conjure up spirits-

from the Virgin Mary

to our dearly departed-

because we need to talk to

them, not the other way around.

You asked if I thought she was trying

to contact me, and I never answered.

Let me answer now.

She was my

ultimate partner...

my best friend and lover,

and I miss her beyond belief.

I also know I'm never

gonna see her again.

Not ever.

And I'm just beginning to understand

what that means so intensely...

that I sometimes wish that I

didn't have to wake up anymore.

And the last thing I need is

someone telling me what to feel...

or how to feel.

Anger, yeah.

Guilt, you bet.

But I don't need you crawling up my ass

with a flashlight to tell me about it.

Keep going, Joe.

This is what you need.

I'll drop you

a check in the mail.

Hi.

Hey.

What's your name?

Ben.

I'm Joe, Ben.

I know.

Just admiring your artwork.

What is it?

She said you should

go there.

I'm sorry?

The lady. The lady in

the picture down the hall.

She said you'd...

be coming to see me.

- The nurse?

- They said she was a doctor here.

What doctor?

- She wants you to go there.

- Go where?

I'm not

- I'm not sure what you mean, Ben.

Go where?

I dreamed of her...

in the ambulance

when I came here.

Then... I saw

her picture in the hall.

You know,

the lady doctor?

In the picture of the Easter

party, with the cake on her nose?

Are you talking

about Dr. Darrow?

She died, I guess.

And you dreamed of her?

She wants you

to go there.

Go where, Ben?

The rainbow.

That's a rainbow?

This-

This is a rainbow?

Have we met before, Ben?

I don't know.

How do you know

who I am?

She showed me your face.

In a picture?

In my mind.

She said

I have to come back...

to tell you to go there.

To a rainbow?

Yes.

Well, how would I-

How would I do that, Ben?

Christine, the boy in 312

- Ben?

Yes.

Did he know my wife?

I don't think so. I think he

just came in two weeks ago.

Yeah. On the third in

a coma. Septic shock.

Why, Joe?

Nothing.

Miriam-

The first kid,

he calls my name...

I follow him in

to the I.C.U...

where he flat-lines,

dies.

Then when he's resuscitated, says he saw

me while he's floating around the ceiling.

And that Emily-

who he met in a rainbow-

sent him back

to tell me something.

Tell you what?

He doesn't remember.

But the next kid does.

You want jelly?

I got two kinds.

Are you taking me seriously?

Yes. Is strawberry okay?

What does it matter? Do you

- Do you hear what I'm telling you?

I'm just trying to focus

on something real here, Joe.

And you think this isn't?

Doesn't sound it so far.

Listen to me, Joe.

After Hannah died, I-

I saw her everywhere.

She told me I know

she was watching over me...

if I saw a daisy growing out of the ground

with all the petals missing except one.

We used to play "She Loves

Me, She Loves Me Not. "

And one day, I saw an entire

field of one-petaled daisies.

Well, there you go.

How do you explain that?

I was delusional.

Well, I'm not, okay?

I had these conversations.

Aren't you the guy that

doesn't believe in heaven?

This isn't heaven.

This is rainbows.

Oh. And she wants you to

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