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He’s barely breathing by then.
41
EASTON
Alabama’s Star Quarterback, Easton Rush, Charged withAttempted Murder; Held Without Bail
University of Alabama Issues ‘No Comment’ on Easton Rush’s Team Status
Unapologetic: Easton Rush Shows No Remorse in Strangling Drunk Driver Who Hit Girlfriend
42
TULLY
Four Weeks Later
Iopen my eyes, shocked that Easton isn’t in our room today.
For some strange reason, it feels like he hasn’t been here in a while, and this room is a bit more elegant and softer than the one we were in before.
Ever since I regained consciousness weeks ago, I can’t tell the morning from afternoon, and the “forced walking” that the nurse makes me do every day leaves me exhausted and drained for hours.
The one thing I can’t forget though, is the last argument we had. The pain and the guilt gnaw at my heart every fucking day.
If we’d been on better terms, we would’ve never had to go to Gayle’s that night. We would’ve never argued and danced with death.
No matter how many ways I try to spin it, the truth is evident to me: One argument pretty much costs us our lives.
All over a fucking guy…
Sitting up in bed, I spot my sister’s foot moving and immediately hit the “call nurse” button.
“Yes, Miss Crane?” Her voice sifts through the speaker.
“My sister is moving!” I say. “She’s finally waking up.”
She rushes inside and I point to the bed.
“Oh, Miss Crane.” She shoots me a sympathetic smile. “I’ve told you about this before. It’s just an involuntary muscle twitch.”
Oh…
“Itistime for me to check her vitals, though.”
I nod, and watch the routine, noticing that they’ve added more tests and tubes, not less. They’ve wheeled her through multiple operations and her frail and helpless body remains the same day after day.
It’s like they’re cruelly allowing her to hold onto life as well.
When the nurse leaves, my sister’s foot twitches again.
That’s definitely not involuntary…
Grabbing onto my bed rails, I take my time climbing out of my bed and into a wheelchair. Then I roll over to her.
“Are you awake?” I ask. “Are you moving your leg on your own?”
Nothing.
