Chapter 36: Hazy Confusion
The next half hour was a state of hazy confusion for me. A chain of juxtaposed events that I couldn’t recollect or conceive in full had occurred because of my mental shakiness: the steady and compulsive digging; my uncertain state of dizziness; more digging; the PVC pipe falling into the sand; calling out, “I’m digging, Brayden! Stay with me! Don’t leave me!”; the constant pain that rushed through my damaged shoulder, back, and arm; digging and digging and digging with my bare hands, throwing sand away from my lover’s grave; more pain shifting through my upper body; the loss of blood and light-headedness; finding Brayden under the sand some two feet down; crying like a baby because of my discovery; holding him in my arms, believing that he wasn’t breathing, know
