Ratatouille - Les Rêves Des Amoureux Sont Comme Le Bon Vin

Chapitre 51: L'hospitalisation

Even though Remy felt that he had enough sleep, he slept through the whole day. The anesthetic kept kicking in after his surgery. So he slept through the whole morning and the afternoon. While he was asleep, the doctor had to tell all the information to Git and Linguini, when he came to check on Remy. When Remy woke up, Git told Remy everything about his inhaler and medication schedule.

"Does your lungs still hurt when you breathe?" Git asked.

"No, not anymore," Remy replied. "Just two days ago, it was a little painful, but now, I feel nothing when I breathe. I have to say, I can still remember the pain when I was breathing in that smoke."

"You really scared us there, Remy," Git said soothingly.

"Oh yes... I... I'm sorry," Remy apologized.

"You don't need to be," Git said, "As long as you're alive, that's all I need from you."

"So, what's gonna happen to the restaurant?" Remy asked, concerningly.

"You're amazing," Git replied, very amazed, "You worry about your restaurant more than your health. Your restaurant is still under construction. I think it's gonna be complete when you're completely healed."

"So am I really that unhealthy?" Remy asked.

"Finally you ask about yourself," Git chuckled, "You're fine. They put medication on you. You're healed, but not completely. They're hospitalizing you because you need to take a break since you inhaled a lot of smoke."

"I see," Remy said. "Did the restaurant lose money?"

"Oh the government decided to aid the restaurant," Git replied modestly, "You didn't lose that much. I'm pretty sure you're gonna gain more money when you get back to work. Alright, time for your inhaler." He put the mask over Remy's muzzle. He needed to take it every twenty-four hours every ten minutes so that he can be completely healed in no time. Remy had to relax while using the inhaler, so Git gave him a massage every time he put on the inhaler mask. Remy felt much more relaxed in hospital ever since Git stayed with him.

When Git took off Remy's inhaler mask, it was time for dinner. The doctor was kind enough to bring food for Remy and Git for free. "The doctor is so nice to rats. I've never seen any humans besides Linguini and Colette who has ever been so kind to rats," Remy awed as he received his food.

"About your arm, how is it? Do you want me to feed you?" Git offered.

"I'm fine, thank you. I think it's getting better every time," Remy replied.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," Git said as he chewed his food.

"But, Git," Remy said as he stopped eating and looked down on his food.

"Hm? What is it? Something wrong?" Git asked.

"No, it's just, I really want to take a walk," Remy said, "It's kind of boring to sit here and let the time pass." The looked outside the window. "I really want to step out there."

"You're not allowed to?" Git asked.

"I don't know. I never asked. There's no pen, no paper, nothing to communicate with."

"Well then, the next time the doctor comes, we'll ask him. I'll help you."

"Oh, that'd be wonderful. You know, I always wanted to take a walk after the dream. Oh, it was a strange dream. I was all alone in a wide flowery plain, and I breathed in the fresh air, I walked all alone, jumped around, I don't know I felt like I was in heaven. Then you popped out, we checked out clouds and had some lovely talk. And if I wanted to cook, a stove and ingredients popped out from the ground, and I got to cook. We had lunch? Dinner? I don't know, but we dined together, but then something shocked me, I guess, and then I woke up. Ah, it was strange, but a wonderful dream."