Mikey
I think I’m numb.
When my phone rang, I didn’t expect it to be the hospital where Mel is. I’d been living in a strange haze about her ever since I was told it was bad for her, but this call had cracked through even that. They didn’t even have to say the words — their tone was enough.
I know why she’s in the coma. Her counts crashed, the medication stopped working, and her tiny body just couldn’t keep up anymore. Still, some part of me had convinced itself I’d walk into her room and see her sitting up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, scolding me for being late to visit. I thought there’d be time for one more laugh, one more smile, one more of her sarcastic little digs.
Instead, I’m heading to the hospital knowing I’m about to say goodbye.
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