Chapter 42Sean gazed out his hospital room window at a kid shooting baskets on some blacktop across the street. He couldn’t have been more than thirteen, but he was good, sinking most of them. A couple of times he even seemed to surprise himself, smiling from ear to ear when a shot would bobble its way on in. He was by himself but was having a blast.
It looked hot outside; glaringly bright. The kid retreated to a bench on the sideline every few minutes to grab his sports bottle and take a swing. It was a stark contrast from the heavily air-conditioned room Sean was in, seated in an elevated bed propped up in front of a mounted television on mute.
Beside him was some monitoring equipment that occasionally beeped, attached to a Velcro strap around his arm and an oxygen meter clamped down o
