By Lisa Jenkins
“Luce?” she said, her voice gravelly. “Did I almost die?”
Lucy turned her attention to the dissonant sound of various beeping machines; to the cords and tubes and IVs, to the thick brace that cradled her girlfriend’s neck, to her half-shaved head wrapped in a dressing—but the sight of her swollen, purple face broke Lucy’s heart the most.
She’d never forgive herself.
Outside, rain fell like tears.
“Lucy?”
“The doctors don’t know how you survived,” Lucy whispered.
“I’m scared, Lucy.”
Lucy gingerly took her hand and spoke as if in prayer. “I know. I’m so sorry, baby. Keep fighting. Please.”
Packs a real punch – excellent.
The most powerful line, which propels the story into meaningful conflict: “She’d never forgive herself.” Such a kick.
Very moving!