ok, so tomorrow is christmas. considering how things have been going, i'm not very much in a christmas mood. and marc still isn't conscious, but we shall have faith.

do you believe in magic?

or do you believe that God and God alone can save us?

yesterday afternoon i received this phone call from Nartz asking me if i was free in the evening because one of Marc's sisters asked me to go down and visit him. needless to say, i was extremely worried because i thought something serious had happened... anyway, so i put aside all other plans for the evening and rush down to the hospital. on the way there, Nartz calls again to clarify that it's Cheryl (who is marc's cousin, not sister) who is a 'witch' who has been communicating with marc through 'black magic', and that marc told her that he wants to see me. which is more than just a little bit 'dodgy'; it's entirely pissing because marc of all people knows that i don't give a crap about spells and black magic. i mean, here we are praying our hearts out that he gets better, and this cheryl person is screwing with all that by bringing 'black magic' into the picture. honestly, when this whole thing is over, there are a few people who are gonna be so screwed. and that includes the man himself, for causing all this worry and heartache.

anyway i guess i'm glad i went to see marc after all, he seems a little bit better. they've transferred him to a general ward (for dubious reasons, but nevermind) and his face is less swollen now that they've put the tubes through his throat instead. me, nartz and fabius were poking and shaking him to try and get him to wake up, but we only managed to get him to blink his eyes a few times. then nartz and fabius literally pried his eyes open, which i suspect nearly got us kicked out by the nurses. but the ward was so hot and stuffy- what a dreary way to spend christmas.

look marc, look what you've done.