Chapter 22: Wrastling
My world is foggy. It feels like I’ve had too much beer to drink. The guy standing over me is a blur when I slip out of sleep again. I see a strange silhouette next to my bed. He has broad shoulders, a boyish face, and wears a cowboy hat that looks a little familiar. The man holds my hand and begins to squeeze it as I wake from that distant world. I hear some garble, a whisper, faint sounds, but I’m not really sure what they are and where they are coming from. My eyes become heavy again and I drift off and into a lost world of different shapes and colors. I hear the guy chant something to me, saying things that I can’t comprehend.
I’m here, buddy.
I tried to get here as fast as I could.
I’m going to help you through this.
I’m here for you.
I love you.
Garble. A
