“I’m sorry,” I whispered one last time as the door banged shut behind him. I dropped back down to the floor and pressed my face against it for the second time that night.
My hysterical sobbing was interupted by the sound of my phone ringing. I considered letting the machine get it, but sighed and got up. It might be my friend Angela.
It was. “Hey Ang,” I sniffled.
“Paige!” she paused, “Um, Paige, are you okay? You sound like shit.”
I sighed, “Thanks.”
“Sorry.”
“No it’s fine, really. Any updates?”
“Yeah,” Angela sighed, “Sorry, false alarm. She’s going to be okay. Actually, the doctor’s think she’s entering a PVS , isn’t that great? Well, the best we can hope for, anyway.”
I stared out the window, swallowing hollowly, “Do you think she’ll wake up?”
“Paige,” Angela chuckled, “You know her case better than I do, and I’m an intern. She’s not going to come back. Not completely.”
I sighed, “I know.” There was a pause. “You talked to the parents?”