Chapter 21: Recovery
I surface from that very strange wedding world approximately four days later. Mama’s at my bedside, clamps her hands around my left hand and arm, and cries like a baby. She keeps saying over and over, “I thought I lost you, Gage. I thought you were going to be in that coma forever.”
I smell antiseptic, alcohol, flowers, and fresh blood. I feel a bandage around my head, thick gauze, and clips. I ask Mama, “What happened? How long have I been asleep?”
She fills me in on all the details about the accident at the Tullwater Rodeo, my coma and concussion, a gash along my right temple, Bert Puller’s split lip and minor abrasions from his dive into the rodeo’s stands, my four-day pilgrimage in darkness, what she keeps calling my deliverance, and too many other details that
