Chapter 2It troubled me some when the urgency of action around Finneus Shea became more intermittent. Eventually, the room cleared altogether, and each beep of some machine, way too many beeps, marked time when no one did anything for him at all.
Was it too late?
Had they given up?
Twenty-five was so young. Finneus, probably Finn to everyone who loved him, was likely just starting to find his way in the world, if he was anything like me at that age not so long ago. Then, in the same amount of time it takes to fall down a flight of stairs, maybe less, his life is over? It didn’t seem fair.
The shriek of the curtain rings sliding back with great force on the other end of the room interrupted my mourning, mourning for a man I had never even met. I got a glimpse of Finneus Shea first, and
