The Hospital Called About A Boy Who Listed Me As His Emergency Contact Until I Walked Into His Room And Everything Changed

pallor that all hospital rooms share, that quality of light that seems to exist outside of time. A boy sat upright in the bed, his left wrist wrapped in a clean bandage, dark hair matted against his forehead from drying sweat. He was pale. His lower lip was split. When I walked through the door, his eyes found mine instantly, the way the eyes of someone continue reading …