Standing under the shower water in Caelan's bathroom, I try to keep myself together. Her mother and I sat silently all day yesterday as nurses came in to check on her. We spoke to Medic and one of the other surgeons. They ran more tests and scheduled even more for this week. After the day dragging on, her condition hasn't changed— not for the better or worse— and we still can't do anything but wait.
This morning, Kicker brought a bag of clothes for me and told me to shower and take my bloody suit off. It hadn't even registered in my brain that I was still wearing it. The only thing I can focus on or think about is Caelan.
After I'm washed up, I dry off and put on the jeans and plain black t-shirt Kicker packed for me, along with my riding boots. Not that I'll be riding any time soo
