deep
breath. Laura was at least the honest nurse. She wasn’t afraid to say things to
Gray that put the situation into better perspective. Laura was right; the time
may come where Gray may have to make the decision on his brother’s life. To let
him fight to wake up, or let him be at peace and slip away. The thought made
him sick.
“I have to make some more rounds,”
Laura said. “I’ll be back later to check on your brother.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
Laura backed up two steps and
stopped. She looked at Gray.
“Anything else?”
“Wow, I feel really foolish,” Laura
said. The color came back to her cheeks.
“Foolish?”
“My daughter… she’s a big fan of
yours.”
Gray smiled. “Okay.”
“She’s been asking me to ask you…”
Laura reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “Can you sign an
autograph for her?”
“Of course I can,” Gray said.
“I’m so sorry to do this. I just… I
know I’ll never get a chance to see you outside the hospital, you know?”
“It’s fine,” Gray said.
“My boss would take my head off for
this.”
“Nobody has to know,” Gray said. He
took the piece of paper and paused. He looked at the hospital room door. He
looked at Laura. “Tell you what. I have one better for you.”
“Oh?”
“I’m in a rush,” Gray said. “I have
to take care of some business right now. But tomorrow, I’ll not only have my
autograph for you, I’ll have the entire band.”
“The band? You mean, Fallen
Tuesday?”
Gray nodded.
“Are they…” Laura looked around and
then whispered, “ here ?”
“I can’t answer that,” Gray said.
“But I’ll have an autograph for your daughter.”
“I’m going to be greatest mom ever
for this,” Laura said.
“And Laura, thank you for being
honest about Peter.”
“Sure,” Laura said. “I’m sorry you
have to go through this. It can’t be easy.”
Gray shook his head.
Laura walked away and Gray stood at
the door for a few seconds, knowing that going into the room would prove
nothing. This fight was up to Peter. And if it came down to Gray’s decision,
then he would have to make the hardest decision of his life.
“Stay safe little brother,” Gray
said.
He took out his cell and found the
number to someone who could help him next.
A voice picked up on the third
ring, as Gray stepped into the elevator.
“Josh, it’s Gray. I need to get in
that apartment. Right now.”
*
Luke stood at a window in the hotel
room and stared out. He wasn’t looking at anything really, he was just
thinking. He thought of his throat and his voice. Everything felt better, but
he really had no idea what it would be like to sing again and if he could carry
the same notes and actually sing a full show. There was a learning curve in all
this and it made it that much harder that Dr. Hornsbury lived in California. He
was the only doctor Luke trusted. Thanks to technology Luke was able to see Dr. Hornsbury twice a week via video conference. Dr. Hornsbury peppered Luke
with questions and made him talk, move his jaw, and even had Luke sing a
little. Luke wasn’t sure if that part was medically necessary or just for fun,
but whatever, it all seemed to be working.
It seemed fitting that as he
started to come back from his own world of hell, Gray was knee deep in his own.
“You have that distance again,”
Mack said as he came from one of the bedrooms. He held two guitars. “Throat
hurting?”
“No,” Luke said. “Not at all
actually. I feel really good.”
“You lying?”
Luke looked at him. “Let it go,
Mack.”
Mack put the guitars on the couch
and then said, “Just curious why you look the way you do right now.”
“Gray is up to no good,” Luke said.
“I can feel it.”
Mack let out a laugh. “Does that
surprise you?”
Luke glared at Mack. He never understood
how Mack could live without a care in the world. Mack believed everything would
fall as it may, so why bother to control it? Luke had