“Please, wake up.”
The hair, the full head of red, was down to a buzz cut, which allowed so many scrapes, cuts, and raw looking incisions to show, and the tube between his puffy lips looked really uncomfortable and invasive. More bruising and abrasions discolored the fair skin on his still handsome face. He would always be that to me. I reached out to touch there but feared it might hurt him. Even one of his ears was mangled and raw.
“God. What did he do to you?”
It was way worse in this realm than it had looked when I hovered as a ghost or something like it.
“Please, wake up.” I wanted so desperately for Patrick to close his fingers around mine when I took his hand, but he didn’t. “I love you, Patrick.” There was life there. I felt it, even without the machine that announced every bre
