I run back home to get my mom to drive me to the hospital. When we get there I run to the front desk and ask the lady in a strained voice,
"What room is Jake Lynch in?!?!"
"Right now Jake is in surgery, are you a family member?"
"Yeah, I'm his brother" I lied. Even though I look almost nothing like Jake. I think she heard the need in my voice and she said,
"You can see him after surgery but he'll be out for a while."
"Thanks" I say and I sit down in the waiting room.
Hours.
That's what it seems like.
Hours.
And Finally the nurse says,
"Sir, he's still asleep but you can see him now. Where are your parents?"
"They aren't alive but my aunt is on a business trip." Jake told me that yesterday when we were at his house.
I walk to his room, 375
When I walk in I see him. I try not to look at his arm that is now heavily bandaged. He looks peaceful when I sit in a chair next to his hospital bed and I wait for him to wake up. I can't wait. I sit on his bed and run my fingers through his hair then I lean down and kiss his eyelids and then both of his cheeks.
