“We’ve come to take you home,” Casey declares, and I try to smile, but I just sit on the bed.“I’m going to take all the flowers in my truck.”He looks around the room at all the flowers I’ve gotten over the past two days.Flowers that were supposed to make me feel better, but I just hated seeing them.
They bring me a wheelchair, and after a couple of minutes of a staredown, I give in and sit in the wheelchair.Casey opens the truck door for me and holds out his hand, and he gingerly helps me in.I watch him walk around the front, getting in and looking at me.“You ready to go home?”Charlie asks, and I shake my head.
“No,” I answer, and his eyebrows pinch together.“Can you take me to him?”
Charlie exhales deeply, and his head hangs.“Please, Charlie, I?—”