Chapter 132
Jake’s POV
“Jerry! Jerry!” he died in my dream, but it was just as dream. Dream—nightmare. A nightmare that still latch on to my emotions, those smells, the sludge I stepped on, I feel them. But they are not true, they are just a fragment of my conscious trying to talk to me, they are not real, they are not f*****g real. “How is Jerry?”
“It doesn’t look good.” How many hours has it been? How many times he’d fight death? How many fights he still has left to be himself again? Why is it taking him so long? I heard them telling me the procedure is long and risky, risky. With a rate of fifty percent. When they took him inside that room, the chances of him being back was half, better than the ten percent alternative. Still, it is dangerous. I had to sign the form there was nothing
