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Sunday It didn't seem like it was him. Maybe that's how I was able to keep so calm. James looked pale and lifeless. A tube was down his throat and he had IVs in his arm. More wires disappeared underneath his hospital gown. He didn't look like James. He didn't look like my husband anymore. "What is the tube for?" Rob said quietly. "To help him breathe," the doctor said. "We want to put less pressure on his lung while it's healing." "Is he breathing on his own?" "Yes," the doctor said. "He's stable, he's just unresponsive." I didn't know what any of that meant. But I didn't have any questions right now. I just needed James to know I was here for him. That's what he needed from me. To know I was here. To know I was being strong. "Can I hold his hand?" The doctor nodded. I let go of Rob
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