the hospital – 4:05 p.m.
At last I can breathe.
“Has anyone reached her family?”
Before they got to me, I felt like I was suffocating.
I can feel them working on me. Hear them.
“Rayanna? My name is Dr. Lamb. We’re going to take care of you.”
Dr. Lamb. I like the sound of your voice. I want to believe you’ll take care of me. Except you can’t do that forever. I mean, for now, maybe. But after that, what happens?
There’s a light far, far away. I can feel it. It’s warm.
Is it wrong to want the light?
Maybe the light doesn’t want me.
All I want is to be wanted by someone. Just as I am.
That may be the only thing I’ve ever wanted.
