Is it getting better

"Good morning." I greeted Nick brightly.

"Good morning." Nick greeted back, but it was filled with uncertainty.

Even after visiting him for four days in a row, I wouldn't say we were making progress.

He still stared at me with skepticism in his eyes and asked me questions about his life I didn't have the answers to.

Like boating events, polo club and things only my father used to do.

On the fifth day, I laid in the waiting room, trying to get a night's rest.

After seeing that there was no way of convincing me to go home, the staff let me be, offering me a pillow and blanket.

Just as I was about to doze off, someone poked my arm.

I jumped up to see that it was Nick. Our eyes locked as he stared at me.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

I stretched and yawned. “Well, I was just about to go swimming when you stopped me. Good thing too, because the water seemed cold."

He cracked a smile, then laughed, something I hadn't heard in a long while.

"Of course. Hmm, I'm hungry and I don't want to s