Если я останусь
5:42 A.M.
AndwhatdoMiaandKimliketodomorethananything?Talk.
Kimsettlesintothechairnexttomybed."Howareyoudoing?"sheasks.
I’mnotsure.I’mexhausted,butatthesametimeAdam’svisithasleftme...Idon’tknowwhat.Agitated.Anxious.Awake,definitelyawake.ThoughIcouldn’tfeelitwhenhetouchedme,hispresencestirredmeupanyhow.Iwasjuststartingtofeelgratefulthathewasherewhenhebookedoutofherelikethedevilwaschasinghim.Adamhasspentthelasttenhourstryingtogetintoseeme,andnowthathefinallysucceeded,helefttenminutesafterarriving.MaybeIscaredhim.Maybehedoesn’twanttodeal.MaybeI’mnottheonlychickenshitaroundhere.Afterall,Ispentthelastdaydreamingofhimcomingtome,andwhenhefinallystaggeredintotheICU,ifIhadthestrength,Iwould’verunaway.
"Well,youwouldnotbelievethecrazynightit’sbeen,"Kimsays.Thenshestartstellingmeaboutit.Abouthermom’shysterics,abouthowshelostitinfrontofmyrelatives,whowereverygraciousaboutthewholething.ThefighttheyhadoutsidetheRoselandTheaterinfrontofabunchofpunksandhipsters.WhenKimshoutedathercryingmotherto"pullittogetherandstartactingliketheadultaroundhere"andthenstalkedoffintotheclubleavingashockedMrs.Scheinatthecurb,agroupofguysinspikedleatherandfluorescenthaircheeredandhigh-fivedher.
