1 broken arm.
1 fractured wrist.
2 broken ribs.
10 stitches.
And memory loss.
Aunt Kara doesn't remember taking Joseph and I in.
She doesn't remember that I didn't talk.
She doesn't remember that Jessica died.
She doesn't remember it.
Joseph and I are currently sitting in the hospital waiting room.
Aunt Kara is asleep, and we didn't want to wake her.
We told Asher that he could leave.
He was reluctant, but he did leave.
And now here I am, in the hospital waiting room with Joseph.
Wondering about what will happen to us since Aunt Kara doesn't remember.
I kinda wish I was in her place.
So I wouldn't remember it.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
