Axel Garcia
I pulled out of the driveway to go to the hospital around seven in the morning. The next visiting hour was at eight thirty. I knew Jonathan prayed that I would move for him. He would be disappointed if I didn't.
I arrived in the ICU waiting room at exactly eight. I wanted his heart to slow down. Right then, it was pumping a thousand miles an hour. I’d worried needlessly that I would be visiting early and I would miss my chance.
One of the other visitors in the room assured me that he had plenty of time. I looked at the clock. Its hands seemed to move in slow motion. The seconds stretched into minutes, and when eight-fifteen came and went without the announcement to let them in, I began to worry all over again. Finally, at eight thirty, a nurse came out to talk to us.
"We ha
