I checked on Brooke throughout the afternoon. Because she was hungry, Everett said she could eat small meals every couple of hours as long as they were bland. This actually helped because her grief was keeping her from being able to eat much, but her desire to leave this room was forcing her to eat. Aspen and Enya stayed with her all day, sometimes, just holding her hand, sometimes talking to her about what it’s like here.
By dinner time, I was able to help her sit up at a table to eat with Enya and Aspen. I already know that she’s not strong enough to leave the hospital tonight. She might have been if not for the news of her parents, but that has slowed her recovery and after dinner, I put her back into her bed as she’s too exhausted to walk.
Everett comes in a few minutes before we mee
