CHAPTER 71
I’m crying. I feel like such a baby, but I can’t help it. I couldn’t be in the room, not while they shove those tubes into her. My throat is raw just thinking about it.
They’re giving her some kind of drug. Putting her in a coma while she’s on the ventilator.
I’m in the chapel while I wait. Not the main one where they do services or anything, just a little room connected to the peds floor. It doesn’t look exactly like a church. There’s no crosses or anything, but they do have a piano and pews, and there’s a few Bibles and a hymnal and some other religious texts on a shelf when you come in.
It’s quiet in here. Of course it is. Everyone else on this floor who isn’t working is asleep. I should be home with Jake, with Natalie in her room beside ours with her apnea monitor on so
