Finding Your Way Back Home
…SUMMER'S HOSPITAL ROOM…
…CATALINA…
I cannot believe this is happening. I should have told Summer the truth a long time ago. Now I am sitting in this dreadful hospital room; it is torture beyond compare. Every moment that the clock ticks it is one more second that Summer is away from us. My heart feels ripped right open; not knowing what is happening is slicing every bit of me open.
I lay my head against her chest to hear if I can listen to his heart beating. I know that as long as that machine is making a noise, then I know that she is alive as long as that machine breathes for her, that she will wake up. She is just sleeping; she is just tired.
But just as then I hear that noise, a man clearing his throat. I turn my eyes to the corner and call out, "Is there someone here?"