Something with a capitol S
WallflowerNerdGirl
It has been six months and nine days since Augustus died. Somehow I'd fallen into the habit of counting days. For the past five days I've been lying in bed with Bluie, watching ANTM reruns and trying to ignore the intense pain in my lungs. I'd had them drained five days ago but breathing was still a bigger challenge than usual. It felt like I had a ton of fluid in my lungs although the doctors said it was gone for now.
I'd convinced mom that I should stay home from school for a little while. I was just too exhausted to do anything.
I knew something was wrong as soon as I came home from the hospital, so I wasn't too surprised when I felt a stabbing pain radiating from my chest. I couldn't catch my breath long enough to call for mom, so I used all of my strength to push my heavy lamp to the ground. Mom came running in and she paled instantly.
It was obvious that I was too weak to walk so she carried me and my oxygen to the car. When I was settled and we were speeding down the highway, mom whipped out her cellphone and rapidly dialed dad's work number.
"Get to the hospital. Now." She said and hung up. Her seriousness kind of scared me, but I had other things to focus on at the moment.
It seemed to take forever to get to the hospital. I took about a thousand wheezing breaths to compensate for the lack of oxygen in my brain. My vision was becoming blurry and I knew I was probably going to pass out.
"Call – Isaac." I said.
And then everything went black.