Thursday, March 27, 2008

Recovery Room

Dammit, Emma, would you please just go away?

She lays there, with a tube in her nose and a plate in her head, and anyone can see that she's fading. But she just won't go. She keeps jumping but she never seems to hit the ground. Not completely.

No, no, baby, I'm not mad at you. Calm down, okay? Jonathan says you will be fine.

No, we all want you to get better. We want you to stay.

I'm never sure if I am lying to her anymore. But some of them have to survive. Or none of us will.


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