“What is going on with him?”
“What is happening?” Flossie yelled when doctors raced into the room where Damon had been lying unconscious, fighting for his life over and over again. His heartbeat was getting unstable and irrationally fast, more than it was supposed to be. It had been faint for so many days and when it was finally looking like there was an improvement, he was shaking, convulsing and trembling.
“Hold him down,” the doctors yelled as they ran past Flossie as quickly as they could, shutting the door behind them. Her chest caved in and her knees grew weak at the sight that came before her. The pain of seeing her son fight for his life like that was tearing her apart and knowing that she could not do anything about it made her feel the pain and weakness that crumbled her and we
