ARTHUR
Evelyn stood at the far end of the room, watching Toby and I giggle and play. Our gazes locked, and she looked away promptly, clearing her throat.
Why had she done this? I thought to myself. Samantha had not come to see me since I got into this coma. She still hadn’t come after I woke.
And then the last person I’d expected to see showed up instead, and she brought someone she knew would cheer me up along with her, too.
It was f*****g confusing. What game was she playing?
I looked at Toby who had just yawned, while next to me.
“Tired, son?”
There was a flash of guilt in his eyes, and I shook my head. “It’s okay. It’s okay to be tired. Come here.”
He giddily climbed up the bed and laid down beside me, taking extra care not to mess with the wires. I ruffled his hair while he la
