Disclaimer: Not mine, comprende?
A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter. You both rock! Here's the next, and last, chapter I have written. If anyone has ideas please let me know!
Also, I'm looking for a beta for this story, and future JOA fics. Let me know in a review, and if you do please leave your email address.
Enjoy…
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I no longer sleep.
It's been almost a month since Kevin's accident, and still I haven't been up to see him while he's awake. At first I thought I was afraid of what he would say to me, but now I can tell that's (pardon my French) bullshit. I'm afraid, that's the honest truth, but it's not of whatever he might say to me. The longer I stay away the longer I can pretend that things haven't really changed. I can imagine that Kevin is just on vacation, or busy with school, or any of a million "normal" scenarios. The longer I stay away the longer I can deny that his normality, and consequently mine, has changed inalterably.
And I know that I am a wimp, that "Bethie" is shining through again, because I can't even bring myself to picture him in a wheelchair. At least not in my waking hours. At night I picture the accident as it must have happened, picture Kevin laying on the white hospital sheets, picture Kevin completely helpless in a wheelchair. And throughout all of these scenes there is the same ringing voice, echoing as though we are in a cave. "It's your fault, your fault, your fault, your fault…"
No, I do not sleep.
A/N2: Thanks Tj-TeeJay for the help on fixing stories. Sorry I haven't gotten around to it yet, I will.