Vince
Five more days, the doctors are saying she is getting better. I don’t know what their better means because she is not awake. Yes, she is no longer on the ventilator. She does not have those many tubes, and the machines are no longer beeping, but she is not awake. I am now going crazy and latching at everyone who asks me stupid questions. The lack of sleep and food must be taking its toll on me. I must have fallen asleep, because it is after midnight when I feel someone hold my hand, then her voice.
“Vince.”
I must be hallucinating.
“Vince.”
I sit straight, rub my eyes, and find her staring at me. Those eyes.
“Lilian?”
She smiles at me, and I completely break down. She is alive.
“Vince, please don’t cry,” she urges, but I can’t help it. Everything I have been bottling inside
