at bloomed into agony when I tried to move. Fluorescent

arah, you're very lucky. The burns are mostly superficial on your upp

ffered a complete T10 paraplegia. I'm so

ating me. Paraplegia. My music, m

down my face,

mask of concern. Brenda, my mother, followed, d

lief washing over his features as he looked

nt bed, an oxygen mask over her face, her eyes closed, lookin

said, her voice trembling. "Her poor heart. The doc

aking her hand. "Jess, can you hea

fluttered. "Ethan?

up," Ethan said soothingly, stroking

my voice hoarse. "Etha

in his eyes. "Sarah, please. Not now. Can'

e docto

a dismissive hand. "A sprain, some bruises. You

gown they' d put me in. My leukemia diagnosis. "No, it' s more

letter. "Plea

terhead, then at the complex medical terms

edical reports?" He crumpled the letter and tossed it onto the bedside table.

alousy is astounding. Jessica is fighting for her l

t even look. The truth of my body, my real, impending de

t, tears blurring my visi

to be a little more considerate." He turned back to Jessica,

footnote in Jessica' s manufactured drama. The physical pain was immense