Listening to Angels
I hadn't left Branson's side in two days, waiting for him to wake up. It felt like much monger though. I kept him hydrated using the IV bags Jimmy had gotten for us and I made sure he didn't get any worse. It was so strange, like he was just in a deep sleep but sometimes he would start groaning and making strange movement. This gave me a heart attack every time. I talked to him while he slept, trying to keep my mind occupied. Marisol and Jimmy had taken over guard duty and Scott was babysitting Branson and I. "Why won't he wake up?" I asked Scott for probably the hundredth time in the last couple of days. "Who knows. The infection seems to be gone so I don't know why he's still like this." Scott walked over to another book he had found about angelic beings. He
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