Nancy

I stayed in the room with my friend for a long while, thinking about everything that had happened that night. I didn't let go of his hand for a single second since we walked in to see him with my mom. I was afraid to let go. I was afraid to leave and something happened. I felt that at least, being here, I could protect him. But I felt useless because there was nothing I could do to make him wake up. It was like being in a movie where the girl has her friend in the hospital, and he's in a coma, fighting for his life. That's exactly...