Jaxon
Ten weeks have passed and still nothing has changed. She is still on life support, still not able to breath on her own. I have sunk to a dark place where nothing matters. I have stopped shaving, hardly eating and drinking anything. I haven't been able to cry a single tear in weeks, and haven't been able to sleep longer than an hour at a time. I know my body is going to fail me if I keep it up, but I can't get myself to care. I will welcome death over a life without Carina any time and I think a part of me is trying to reach that end before she does.
"How is she doing?" Malcom asks as he steps into the room, his voice soft as if he is trying not to wake her. He comes in here every day, sits next to her bed and prays while he holds her hand. The day of the accident, he was just as
