“I’m telling you it’s a time machine dummy.”, the older boy said.
“No, it’s a robot or something.”, his younger brother replied.
One of the boys was banging a hammer against the big metal object that was on top of a frame with wheels.
“Stop banging it, what if it’s a bomb!” The youngest yelled.
“A bomb? Bombs aren’t square, who makes a square bomb!” The older brother yelled back.
Not the banging but their shouting woke up Edward from a pleasant dream about running through a beautiful and very eatable meadow.
“What’s going on? Stop the banging.”, Edward said.
The two boys who were about the same age as him slowly walked to the front of the metal machine.
He saw the oldest of the two stick his head around the corner of the machine with the younger one hiding behind his shoulder.
They stared at edward for a minute or two before talking again.
“Why are you in this thing?” The oldest asked.
The youngest one held onto the upper arm of his brother and asked, “Are you a robot?”
“No I’m not a robot, I have to stay inside this iron lung for the rest of my life.”, Edward explained.
The youngest of the two boys walked up closer to edward and asked, “Do you want to come out and play with us?”
The older boy pushed his younger brother away, “Don’t listen to him, so you are sick?”
“Yes I have Botulism.”, Edward said.
“What does that mean?” The older boy asked.
Edward gave it some thought and said, “It’s the Latin word for sausage.”
“Like hotdogs?” The younger boy asked.
Edward was about to answer the boy’s question when he felt a strange feeling deep inside his chest, at first it felt like a tickle, but that quickly turned into something else, his chest did a quick and single spasm and he made a short and sharp sound.
Sweat had formed on Edwards forehead, and as it started to stream down the side of his face he saw the hammer the oldest boy was holding, “Where did you get the hammer from?” He asked.
The oldest boy looked at the hammer in his hand and explained, “I got it from a toolbox we saw down the hall, their repairing some doors.”
Edward felt another tickle and was afraid of what was coming, but faster than a flash from a camera at a wedding his chest spasmed and he made another strange noise.
“Are you going to explode?!” The younger boy yelled, while he tried to hide behind his big brother again.
His brother placed him in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles over the top of his head, “Shut up you stupidhead!”
“So why are you guys here?” Edward asked.
“Our mother is in the hospital giving birth to our little sister.”, The youngest explained.
Edward felt another tickle, followed by another hiccup which made the lights in the room go on and off, and Edward was scared that his iron lung might have shut down, “Is it still working?”
“What is?” The oldest boy asked.
“The iron lung is the light still on?!” Edward yelled.
The oldest boy walked over to a panel with some lights and buttons on it and after looking at the green light he said, “Yeah, its fine.”
Edward had an hiccup attack, and the lights kept going on and off, the two boys weren’t sure what to do so simply watched this unnatural occurrence.
A nurse stormed into the room and checked the machine, while another woman ran into the room who was clearly Edward’s mother.
The younger boy was tugging his brother’s shirt, “Let’s go play someplace else.”, He said.
“Good idea I saw a boy in a bubble a couple of rooms ago, let’s go play with him.”, The older boy said.
And the two boys ran out of the room.
“No, it’s a robot or something.”, his younger brother replied.
One of the boys was banging a hammer against the big metal object that was on top of a frame with wheels.
“Stop banging it, what if it’s a bomb!” The youngest yelled.
“A bomb? Bombs aren’t square, who makes a square bomb!” The older brother yelled back.
Not the banging but their shouting woke up Edward from a pleasant dream about running through a beautiful and very eatable meadow.
“What’s going on? Stop the banging.”, Edward said.
The two boys who were about the same age as him slowly walked to the front of the metal machine.
He saw the oldest of the two stick his head around the corner of the machine with the younger one hiding behind his shoulder.
They stared at edward for a minute or two before talking again.
“Why are you in this thing?” The oldest asked.
The youngest one held onto the upper arm of his brother and asked, “Are you a robot?”
“No I’m not a robot, I have to stay inside this iron lung for the rest of my life.”, Edward explained.
The youngest of the two boys walked up closer to edward and asked, “Do you want to come out and play with us?”
The older boy pushed his younger brother away, “Don’t listen to him, so you are sick?”
“Yes I have Botulism.”, Edward said.
“What does that mean?” The older boy asked.
Edward gave it some thought and said, “It’s the Latin word for sausage.”
“Like hotdogs?” The younger boy asked.
Edward was about to answer the boy’s question when he felt a strange feeling deep inside his chest, at first it felt like a tickle, but that quickly turned into something else, his chest did a quick and single spasm and he made a short and sharp sound.
Sweat had formed on Edwards forehead, and as it started to stream down the side of his face he saw the hammer the oldest boy was holding, “Where did you get the hammer from?” He asked.
The oldest boy looked at the hammer in his hand and explained, “I got it from a toolbox we saw down the hall, their repairing some doors.”
Edward felt another tickle and was afraid of what was coming, but faster than a flash from a camera at a wedding his chest spasmed and he made another strange noise.
“Are you going to explode?!” The younger boy yelled, while he tried to hide behind his big brother again.
His brother placed him in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles over the top of his head, “Shut up you stupidhead!”
“So why are you guys here?” Edward asked.
“Our mother is in the hospital giving birth to our little sister.”, The youngest explained.
Edward felt another tickle, followed by another hiccup which made the lights in the room go on and off, and Edward was scared that his iron lung might have shut down, “Is it still working?”
“What is?” The oldest boy asked.
“The iron lung is the light still on?!” Edward yelled.
The oldest boy walked over to a panel with some lights and buttons on it and after looking at the green light he said, “Yeah, its fine.”
Edward had an hiccup attack, and the lights kept going on and off, the two boys weren’t sure what to do so simply watched this unnatural occurrence.
A nurse stormed into the room and checked the machine, while another woman ran into the room who was clearly Edward’s mother.
The younger boy was tugging his brother’s shirt, “Let’s go play someplace else.”, He said.
“Good idea I saw a boy in a bubble a couple of rooms ago, let’s go play with him.”, The older boy said.
And the two boys ran out of the room.
