Trinity
I woke up to the smell of antiseptic hospital washing powder. I wrinkled my nose, looking up at the IV bag above my head. The EKG attached to my finger itched a little, but everything still hurt. I was in the hospital, but I couldn’t make sense of why or how I had gotten here.
I remembered being cold. So cold that I couldn’t think. I remembered everything being hurt and being so tired, but before that, everything was a dark blur.
Beyond the door, I heard my father’s voice and another voice I hadn’t heard in a long time.
It was Mark. My best friend. He’d moved away so long ago that I barely remembered where, but how long had he been here? Where was Dean, my boyfriend? At work? In class? Had he gone somewhere? Had I been missing so long that he’d moved on? Mark and my father, R
