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“What?”
“They um, they had to life flight her, that’s all I know, I asked for updates from, well from you know, and this was the last picture she sent. I need you to keep your shit together and be strong, okay? None of this betrayal bullshit, this is bigger than that.”
“You think I don’t know that?” I wipe my hand down my face. “Where’s the fucking car?”
He sighs. “Just run out of baggage claim, he should be waiting for you with a sign, he texted while we were on the phone that he was already there, so good timing.”
Sure, yeah, good timing.
“I’ll um—” I can’t breathe. “I’ll call you once I’m there.”
“Quinn,” Zane breathes out a curse. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”
“Yeah.” I swallow the lump that will forever take residence in my throat. “Me too.”
When I manage to get outside of baggage claim, I see a man holding an iPad with Quinn scribbled across it.
I don’t even care that I look like I’ve been crying. I walk toward him and bark out. “I’m ready.”
But I’m not.
I’m not ready for this, for any of this.
The car ride feels like it takes forever. I barely remember getting into it, and when I do, I stare down at my phone in my hand, at the unread note I sent her where I said I loved her still.
When I was writing that—she was already in a coma.
She never got to see or hear my soul.
And now she might never hear the words.
I open the note and re-read it, then whisper the ending into the universe, “PS. I still love you.”
Even though you’re gone…
Chapter Twenty-Four
Quinn
The car pulls up to the hospital. I don’t even say thank you, I just shoot Zane a text and ask for the room number.
He texts back immediately.
Zane
Room 3038, they’re expecting you so you can go right up, ask for directions to ICU.
ICU.
Tears burn the back of my eyes. People wake up from coma’s all the time, right? I almost asked what actually happened but I’m assuming it’s part of her Lupus, I was too afraid to look it up on my phone and have it be right or hear bad news.
My only focus is to make sure I can hold her hand, even if she can’t hold it back. I walk slowly into the gift shop and grab flowers. She can’t smell or see, but I grab them anyway along with a small white bear that says get better.
What a joke.
But it’s something.
It’s all I can do.
