After what felt like an eternity of silence, mom draws closer to me taking my hand in hers. “sweetie, the thing is….” She breaks down in uncontrollable tears unable to finish her sentence compelling dad to turn around and console her. By this time Josh is sitting up. He faces mom, then turns to me with the saddest eyes “mom haven’t slept in days worrying about you. None of us were sure if you would have even made it”
“How long have I been unresponsive?”
Josh puts up 5 fingers.
“five days?”
“No, five weeks”
My mouth gapes open. Did he just say weeks? Five weeks? That’s more than a month. If my recovery rate was that slow it could only mean one thing…something was definitely wrong with Liam.
“Liam?” I link within, but there’s no answer. “Liam?” still nothing. Immediately another wave
