Swimming

Truth

Present...

Walking through the hospital to room 406, I strut in and over to my husband. Kissing his forehead, I sit in the plastic chair across from his hospital bed. "Hey honey, how are you feeling today?"

"I'm okay, just a little tired. Did you see Indie? How was she?" Avoiding his questioning stare, I gaze out at the snowy trees swaying amongst the blizzard outside. "Jude, tell me, she's my daughter too, her doing this to me," He says gesturing at his scarred side, "This doesn't matter anymore, our family does."

"She's the same, lost in her own imaginary world, she stabbed an orderly with a spork. She finally woke up from her coma and they force her to sleep again Rob. I should have told the doctors to get rid of her as soon as they said she was losing oxygen..." I speak, my voice getting softer the more I choke up on each word.

"She's going to be okay, alright? She is lost. You've heard the doctors, she is imagining anything and everything," He states, "Leave her be."

"I have to go home and shower, I'll be back before they bring you supper." Walking out of the hospital I shove my hands in my coat pockets and jog to my car, fighting the blistering, cold wind I wish I could float away. Into the unknown.

The Lord only knows, I am unknown.