I’m crying. I’ve woken up and my eyes are blurred by tears and light. I can’t stop crying. My mom and dad are talking to me, but I can’t see them. I can’t understand what they’re saying. I feel slightly hysterical. My face is hot and stretched tight. I know something has happened. Something bad. But, I can’t remember. I don’t know. The tears keep coming. I hear a door opening and closing.
I can’t stop crying.
“Do you want to live?”
It’s Scott. He’s here and I have a choice to make. Live or die. Live or die. I think it would be easy to die. I’m close to it. My parents, Scott, the sterile room, my tears tell me death isn’t far.
I answer, “Yes.”
I slip into unconsciousness.