The Unexplainable You.

Part Twenty-Nine. Asher.

"I'm fine," I gasp out as one of the nurses slide an oxygen mask over my face. "I want Portland."

"No," The nurse snaps, "You're lungs are severally infected, it's barely even safe for you to be in contact with anyone, much less another sick girl. You wouldn't want to risk getting her sick, would you."

I nod, closing my eyes as she presses the IV into my wrist. 

"Once we get you stabilized, I'll let you see her, I promise."

Her words give me a small form of comfort, even in the moment. It's almost silly that the thought of her gives me this much comfort, but it does.

"Is my sister here?" I ask, my eyelids feeling like lead.

She nods quickly, "Yeah, she's outside. She's pretty upset that you haven't called her back."

Ugh. I haven't really wanted to talk to her, mostly because I don't really want to get all of her grief because I don't include her in all of the choices about my health.

"I get it." The nurse tells me. "I have eight siblings, and I totally understand. When I was younger, my older siblings were also super overbearing and I just hated not being able to make my own choices."

I nod, my lungs tight.

"You look like you're about to pass out."

I nod tightly, fighting to get air into my chest. Black spots fill my vision and I almost jump at the sudden change of mood.

"Asher," She says, shaking my shoulders. "Hey, stay with me bud, come on, stay awake for me, please."

I want to grasp onto reality, but the world fades into darkness before I can even try to stop it.