Chapter Forty
Break or Bust
Love is a game that two can play and both win.
–Eva Gabor
DAY 9—4:22PM
Tampa General Hospital
LUKAS
I can’t feel anything.
Not pain. Not pleasure. Not sorrow… or anger.
I waft through a dimensionless space that knows no time, and as I drift away, a barrage of images haunts me—a montage of visions that swirls and settles only to be swept away again before my very eyes.
Do I even have eyes?
I see things, unable to tell if there are actual eyes with which to look at them; I hear things without knowing if I have ears. I seem to have no form—no sense of being.
I am everything… and I am nothing.
My body is nothing but a memory, and the Lukas Griffin that I was has no shape—only a collection of observations without sensation. Observations that may not even
