After several hours, a Blonde nurse came out to inform us , that He was in the ICU wing off the main ward. The room number was 772. She gave us little stickers so we could not get lost. Johnny and I walked down a long hallway, the was full of really bright lights. It smelled of floor wax and smelling salts, it wasn't soothing but It made me feel better. I turned to the right and was standing in the doorway of room 772. I wanted to cry, there lay Bradin. The room itself had a small couch, a easy chair and a folding chair and the bed in which Bradin lay.
I walked in unsure if this was really happening. Bradin looked worse then He had in the dim light of the house. His hand the very same hand I had held now lay limply across the side of the bed. I struggled to take the last couple steps to the bed. When I finally reached his side I took up his hand in mine, and blew on it softly. Johnny pulled up the comfier chair in the room, so that I could sit with our hands together. I don't know how it happened but I soon drifted off into sleep beside our intertwined hands. My watch began to chime at 5:30 like it always does but this time the sound did not wake me up from my nightmare. I had no idea where I was, I shook my head an sat up groggily. Sunlight was starting to creep through large bay windows to the east, which I had not noticed the previous evening. I painfully tried to relieve my aching neck, from having slept in such a position last night. I looked around the room, I found aunt Ava asleep in the other chair, and Bradin's little sister was sleeping quite peacefully on the couch in the corner. I went and relieved myself in the bathroom down the hall, and when I got back Johnny was sitting in my chair. He looked up as I entered the room.
"There's coffee in the room down the hall if you'd like some" He whispered trying not to wake the other occupants.
" Thanks " came my reply as I quietly stepped from the vicinity, into the waiting room.
In here a spotted a table that had a coffee maker, and tidy stacks of Styrofoam cups. I helped myself to a cup and then poured the steaming coffee into it. I walked back along the length of the hall, while taking small sips of my coffee. I must have finished half of my cup before I even thought about returning to the room. Bradin's aunt Ava had awoken and was now standing in the back of the room, staring out the window. When I stepped into the room, She turned and faced me . She walked over and embraced me, just like mother and daughter would. We just stood there for a min, just hugging, before She asked my name.
"Becky" I told her.
"thank you for saving bradin's life" "He means so much to us" She said and She threw a glance at Johnny.
I stared at bradin in the bed. "what could be wrong with a boy who looked so perfect ? "
"what's wrong with him" I asked after a moment of silence,
"we're not really sure " replied Johnny who got up from the chair.