“The hospital staff mentioned that she may not make it through the night, so I guess you should head over there,” he says nonchalantly, looking back toward the screen, as if discussing weather.
I turn around and storm out, while my heart climbs into my throat.
* * *
I stare at the doctor’s lips as he speaks as if that will help his words penetrate into my brain.
“. . . multiple fractures that resulted in massive internal bleeding . . .”
I can’t make sense of what he’s saying. It’s like my mind won’t accept it.
“. . . resuscitated her twice . . .”
I grab the front of his white coat and press him to the wall. The words keep pouring from his mouth, and, with every syllable, rage and despair brew inside my chest. I need the motherfucker to stop speaking!
“. . . we tried. I’m so
