I heard him say it.
He thought I wouldn’t –
too far gone, too messed up. But I heard him.
“Bravest man I know…”
I wanted to set him straight
on that. I would have, too, if I wasn’t strapped to a gurney fighting to
breathe, never mind speak.
And drooling. Aw, hell. I can’t swallow, I can’t…
A shadow moves across my line
of vision, edges blurring, shifting… Too fast. Never mind, I know it’s him.
He wipes my face, before tucking
the sheet under my chin. That’s real friendship for ya. He knows I don’t want to die drooling like some kind’a… I
focus on his face. His eyes are red, and I think maybe he’s been crying.
He says, “Why’d you
They’re pulling him away. It’s okay, ‘cause I haven’t got it in me to tell him the truth anyway.
I had two choices on that roof. Him or me. And, for me, that wasn’t
any kind of choice at all. Because I’m not strong enough to face living
– or dying – without him.
The bravest man he’s ever
It’ll make a pretty line
on my gravestone. But the truth is…
I’m a coward.