Visions of a healthy 12 year old clash with the image before my eyes. I love him so much. My parents have been through so much, yet anger swells up inside, bubbling out through uncontrollable tears. So much to do, yet it drags on forever. Hours with my brother feel like an eternity.
Time drags on trapped inside unable to breathe fresh air.
The hospital atmosphere clouds my lungs and makes my head pound. A luminous cloud hangs over me. Tears flow as memories of my brothers hospital stay come flooding back. I go over and hug him and thank G-d he survived. This person opens their eyes and is perfectly normal.