Logan went into a coma three days before my fifteenth birthday with the doctors saying that there was little chance of him waking and even less of him doing so without brain damage. I wouldn't leave his side, wouldn't let people near him, even his parents gave us space. I washed him myself, navigating around the tubes in his throat, careful to not pull at the IVs in his arms. He used to like it when I washed him, dunking his soapy head under the water and emerging more beautiful than God, his golden curls forming a little halo around his head..
I sat by the hospital bed, holding his limp hand. We had never cared what people thought of us holding hands. It was never about them, only us. It always had been.
I looked down at the boy who had stolen my heart. In less than a year he had become my entire life and as the machines began to beep and scream, their lights turning red, doctors and nurses rushing into the room and ushering me out into the hall, that entire year seemed to play through my head in slow motion. There were good times and there were hard times but.... There were no bad.
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The Boy That Stole My Heart
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