Chapter 48Two weeks later
I received a call from Rocco two weeks later when I was finishing a study group with a few other students from my English Literature class.
I was heading back to my dorm when my cell buzzed in my pocket. I stopped, smiled at the incoming number, and found an empty carrel in the busy library to talk to him.
He sounded healthier, vibrant, and enthusiastic about his future. When we spoke last, I was saying goodbye to him in the hospital back home in Milton. He was hooked up to intravenous lines, and his doctor told my parents and me that he still wasn’t out of the woods yet.
“These are critical times,” Dr. Samson told us when he joined us in the family lounge. “Rocco has a difficult road ahead. Lots of therapy.”
Anybody else would have succumbed to a fatal endin
