The hallway is so silent. I am looking at my shoes that tapping on the tiles floor and felt the pressure on my hands that carrying my weight on the back while I continues to slam my body on the wall, I am on edge. I am tense and anxious, nervous, scared, terrified, feeling cold anything that keeps me felt like I am losing this, I don't know what to do, I don't know how this going to last but, in my head, I am calling Him to have mercy and bring him back to me, to us.
Weeks after Javon visit, he regains conscious, and his bed on the bed since then. The doctors give us options, but I couldn't choose. No, I will not. I will never choose those choices, but the sign is there, every single damn day of seeing him, I saw those sign. I remember when I ask Javon about Areya, he just smirk at me my
