Prompted by: Jane Jago
The crazy author says: Okay, I think my brain kinda crossed over to the “other” side again. Should I be worried? Cuz I’m a tad bit worried…
Tech didn’t just fuck up.
He almost got his brother killed and might’ve left him a vegetable. We don’t know yet. It’s been three days and we don’t know yet.
The doctors barely managed to save him.
They removed his eye.
They wired his jaw shut.
They sawed through his skull.
It’s been three days and the details are a blur. Something about bleeding. Swelling. Pressure on his brain. Medically induced coma…
I’m leaning against Tech’s shoulder. I can’t remember how I got here. I don’t want his comfort.
The room is spinning. My lungs are burning. I forgot to breathe again.
Then it happens.
For the first time in three days.
A slim chance. A sliver of hope. A fucking miracle.
He squeezes my hand back.
And I gasp for air.
What’s the prompt for next week, guys?
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