Mike and Lilly play on my phone as we sit in the waiting room. A few minutes ago, his heart started beating too fast, but I just told the kids they had to yell at him to try and wake him up. There's so much yelling from that room. I'm too scared to interpret their words.
I pull the sleeves of Grayson's black hoodie with the Pistons logo on the front over my cold hands. Still cold. I tug down my yoga pants to over my ankles. Still cold. I've not felt his warm touch in 2 weeks. I pray long and hard every night for him to soon awake.
Yelling. Yelling. So much yelling.
I notice that it's gotten too quiet. I see that Mike has set my phone down and is hugging Lilly as some tears run down his face.
I put my phone in my pocket then pick them both up and set them on my lap. Mike quickly wipes his tears.
"Mommy, when is Daddy gonna wake up?"
"I'm not sure, baby. But he'll be awake soon, so you can give him a hug. Okay?"
"Promise?"
"Promise." I lie. Only God knows when Grayson will finally open his eyes.
Mike snuggles his head into my shoulder and Lilly snuggles her small head into my stomach.
The doctors suddenly go quiet, and I hold my breath. Through those walls,he could be dead. Please be alive. Please. Please.
One of the doctors walks out and smiles at me. "Ma'am, he's awake."
"Really?!"
"Yes. But there's one problem."
"What?"
"His memory is gone. Something strange happened when he lost some blood, it's hard to explain. The only things he'll likely remember are his parents and his sibling. I'm very sorry ma'am."
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