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3:47 P.M.
"Iwishtherewassomethingwecoulddo,"Gransays."Ifeelsouselessjustwaiting."
"I’llseeifIcangetyouintoseeherinalittlewhile,"thesocialworkersays.Shehasfrizzygrayhairandacoffeestainonherblouse;herfaceiskind."She’sstillsedatedfromthesurgeryandshe’sonaventilatortohelpherbreathewhileherbodyhealsfromthetrauma.Butitcanbehelpfulevenforpatientsinacomatosestatetohearfromtheirlovedones."
Grampsgruntsinreply.
"Doyouhaveanypeopleyoucancall?"thesocialworkerasks."Relativeswhomightliketobeherewithyou.Iunderstandthismustbequiteatrialforyou,butthestrongeryoucanbe,themoreitwillhelpMia."
IstartlewhenIhearthesocialworkersaymyname.It’sajarringreminderthatit’smethey’retalkingabout.Grantellsheraboutthevariouspeoplewhoareenrouterightnow,aunts,uncles.Idon’thearanymentionofAdam.
AdamistheoneIreallywanttosee.IwishIknewwherehewassoIcouldtrytogothere.Ihavenoideahowhe’sgoingtofindoutaboutme.GranandGrampsdon’thavehisphonenumber.Theydon’tcarrycellphones,sohecan’tcallthem.AndIdon’tknowhowhe’devenknowtocallthem.Thepeoplewhowouldnormallypassalongpertinentinformationthatsomethinghashappenedtomeareinnopositiontodothat.
Istandoverthebleepingtubedlifelessformthatisme.Myskinisgray.Myeyesaretapedshut.Iwishsomeonewouldtakethetapeoff.Itlookslikeititches.Thenicenursebustlesover.
