I was beside myself in the back of the ambulance. Dread and sheer panic over the possibility of Ty actually being dead made me a terrible patient. The paramedic probably had a less diplomatic word in mind to describe my demeanor. In fact, they threatened me with sedation if I didn’t calm down.
By the time I got to the ER, I was seriously considering another sedative. The hurt and sadness overwhelming me would quickly be dulled by a little something in the IV now sticking out of my arm. I lay on a gurney, my clothes swapped for a lovely pale blue hospital gown. A flimsy blanket was pulled up to my waist. The air conditioning was set to tundra, the smell of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol permeated the air. Better than the scent of vomit. My mouth felt as if I hadn’t brushed my teeth in a we
