Step 43. Exit Hospital Ahead
Playlist: “1-800-273-8255” by Logic and Juanes
Matthew carefully helps lay Eric across the backseat of his truck’s cab. My insipid brain notes that it was a good call to pay for the leather seats because the blood will be much easier to wipe off. I am an i***t. And I still have no clue what to do. At least my hands aren’t shaking like my breath.
“I don’t have anything to stop the bleeding.” Matthew stops searching around his truck, and starts scrutinizing me instead. “Jenny Lynn, take off that hoodie.”
“What?” His words don’t fully register at first, and I’m confused. Does my husband really hate that I’m wearing another man’s clothes? What does that matter right now? My arms cross protectively over my chest as if he asked me to give up Eric himself.
“Jen,
