Ari
Sitting in the hospital, holding Frankie's limp hand for hours, had nearly been the death of me. But as he started to wake, I also wanted to kill him with my bare hands.
"Frankie?" My voice barely above a whisper, I was afraid that speaking any louder might startle him back into darkness.
He tried to focus, squinting as if trying to make sense of the blurry figure before him. "Wha... where...?" His voice was hoarse, nearly inaudible over the soft beep of the heart monitor.
"You're in the hospital," I said gently, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You had another seizure."
His gaze finally settled on me, recognition sparking in his eyes. He attempted to speak again, but his throat was evidently too dry, resulting in nothing more than a raspy cough. I poured him water from the plastic jug on the bedside table and helped him take a small sip.
