They said that they had done everything possible and that we should go home and get some sleep. Yeah right like I'll ever sleep again. Will decided to stay by his bed side, listening to the constant beeps of the half dozen machines. That sound allowed us to know he was still alive, because to look at him portrayed another thought in our heads. I left for home with Joan and Luke in tow, they were able to fall asleep on the way back, both resting against their windows.
Tomorrow Luke has an orthodontist appointment, thirty day check up to change the elastic bandings. Is it even possible to live like nothing has happened? To sleep soundly in a bed dreaming peacefully, to wake in the morning prepare breakfast and to go through your day as if it were like any other? To put behind you the fact your eldest son is laying paralyzed and in a coma fifteen miles away?
I consider calling his room to tell Will we have made it home, the kids walking in half sleep, falling back into slumber again as hitting their pillows, but I decide against it, not wishing to disturb him, wishing he as found a way to sleep. In dreams where Kevin is still perfect and whole.