Shane
4 years ago
I didn’t like to listen to anyone, but Mavy could order me around and I’d listen. She demanded that I come with her to the hospital because she didn’t want to go alone. I hated hospitals and she knew it. I hated everything about them. The beeping noises, the smell of medicine, the sound of high heels click-clacking on the floor, and the smell of the dead that stained the walls. Mavy pulled on my arm as she whined about how slow I walked.
“Hurry up, Shane! You’re not even trying!” Mavy yelled.
“How would you know? You’re rushing like she’s going to leave,” I teased.
“Shane,” Mavy warned.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m coming, I’m coming,” I grumbled.
“Walk like you want to get there today, not tomorrow,” Mavy whined.
“It’s not like she’s going to be awake! We’ve been visit
