Aleksy lies in his hospital bed, eyes closed, his arm heavily bandaged. His mother sits in a chair beside him, holding his other hand in both of hers, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, son. I let you down. I’m so sorry.”
“Harris?” Aleksy’s eyes open and dart around the room. He sees his mother and violently yanks his hand away. “Where’s Harris?”
“You’re awake!” she cries. “Oh, merciful God, you’re awake. My dear boy!”
His eyes are full of fear. “What are you doing here? Where’s Harris?”
you“Aleksy,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry. I love you and I let you down.”
“Where’s Harris?” he screams this time, panic filling his voice. He tries to sit up but collapses back from pain. Closing his eyes, he repeats over and over, “Where’s Harris? Where’s Harris? Where’s Harris?”
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