Brother's Day in Surf City

It has been over six months that George has been feeding his brother. He needed a break but God would not allow it. Hell, as much as he tried, Mel had been resembling a zombie. All he wished to do was sleep. He knew that Mel had been having severe back and neck pain and thought that possibly it was due to a brain infection...although Mel had always had severe head aches.
   Four bus rides and a book about Eddie Rickenbacker helped him forget the Wax Museum in the rear of his apartment. But when six thirty came around, there was George at his bedside. Mel was dead asleep...and at first thought he might be dead. But when he had  turned on the T.V. Mel's right leg moved. Slowly, ever so slowly Mel climbed out of his stupor and sat up. (Rickenbacker shot down twenty two German planes in W.W. 1. He was the ace of all aces.)
   "What day is it? Where is my breakfast?"
   "Didn't you eat today?"
   "No!"
    "Here is some Panda Express."
    "Feed me! I can't see!
    While he fed him, one fork at a time, he  wondered why the assistants did not feed him.
      Were they allowing him to slowly cash in his chips?
    After he  had revived my brother. he exited to the desk  and found nobody at home. Nobody would be overseeing Mel again. But Mel did eat and drink some liquids, so he  knew he would survive, or he  prayed that he would. It felt good to supplant the ones who should have fed him.

Yet the next morning, he  entered his room 235B and found him up and awake with no pain. Again he  helped to feed him, one fork at a time. And Again he complained, one word at a time.
     "I am blind. I can't see!"
    But George  did see the problem. Mel's left eye's lid covered the eye, and my research showed a procedure could raise the blinds so that he could see the sun some out again. In my head, I began to sing, 'The sun will come out, tomorrow..." At eight thirty he  told the desk nurse that he  wished Mel to have a procedure that would alleviate the hanging blind over his eye.
    Yes it was Brother's Day in Surf City...and why not, his birthday would be coming up in the month of May and by God, he would make it to 76.