I was laid out still.
At first there was silence. Then muffled whispers became loud conversations.
"He goes to your school. Did you know that?" a professional sounding voice asked.
The most wonderful voice I had ever heard sighed softly, "No."
"Do you even know his name?"
"I don't," she said in a small voice.
I wanted to tell her. I couldn't speak, I couldn't even lift my eyelids to blink.
"Why would he save you instead of himself?" the professional voice wondered aloud.
The lovely voice was silent.
Why do I feel so heavy?
I remembered what had happened, what I had done.
She was okay.
I slipped into sleep.
