Mitchell sat in Harris’ hospital room, his legs crossed in the guest chair as he read on his tablet. The clean space felt huge and ominous. Was Harris lying in his death bed or was this just another one of life’s little obstacles waiting to be beaten?
Harris’ chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Comforting. Maybe his brain wouldn’t work, but at least those lungs continued pumping oxygen through his body. As long as that happened, there was still hope.
Mitchell couldn’t concentrate. He closed his tablet, leaned forward, and dropped his head in his hands.
“Why can’t you wake up?” Mitchell stood, approached the bed, and slammed his hand against the bedrail. “Just wake up already. I need you. I can’t do this without you. All you’ve done is support me, been there, being a friend. Was I th
