I slumped in my chair. I didn't want to think about him. I also did not feel like crying in front of bradin's aunt. I put my head down and tried to think. Every few minutes I would look up at the clock, and sigh. i got up a few times and would waddle over to the window, and stare out over Pala Linda.
The world revolved, as I quietly waited, it felt like forever. finally there were footsteps in the hall. Two nurses pushed in a raised gurney, on which bradin lay. His gorgeous midsetion was uncovered and a bandage carelessly draped around it. The very midsection I had kissed two days before.
A small tube was snaked along one side of his abdomen, and it was yellow with fluid. it was pressed against his sand colored flesh , and almost blended in. The nurse plugged in the various monitors and left silently. He wasn't awake and I was sure he would not wake up for a long time. Bradin's aunt ava left to get a cup of coffee, leaving me alone with bradin. I talked to him although I knew he probally couldn't hear me. I told him of my dream, and how I loved him, and how I didn't want him to die.
There was nobody around to see me, so I lost it. I silently shead tears , for bradin. When I finished crying, I dabbed my eyes with a tissue from him nightstand. I stayed as long as I dared, then kissed his hand and manuvered to the door. Over my shoulder I looked at the sleeping bradin, and was worried what his future might hold.
I called my mom and waited in the lobby. It took a while for my mom to arrive, so I stared at all the people leaving the hospital with smiles and friends. It made me realize how nice it would be to walk out that door hand in hand with my bradin.
She came and we drove home, and the only sound that could be heard was the radio playing softly. The roads passed in sucession and I could no longer wonder what might happen with my life if bradin was not in it. we turned up our street and noticed that there was a cop car parked in front. I got out of the car, and pulled myself up the front walk. I stopped at the door, and balanced on one crutch and slowly opened the door.
my father was sitting on the couch, next to some intimidating police officers.