My Brother Told Me to Stay Away, So I Quietly Withdrew My Guarantee

help was coming. I remember the sound of sirens arriving at what felt like the wrong speed for the urgency inside my chest. I remember thinking about Garrett. I remember the edges of my vision going dark.

I came back to the hospital room slowly, to the sounds of machines and the smell of antiseptic and a dull, persistent ache that turned out to be a continue reading …