Wishing for Someday Soon (28 page)

“We’re losing him,” were the last words I heard before darkness took over my vision.

Chapter 17

I woke to my eyes being pried open and a bright light shining in them. Reality crashed in and I sat up abruptly.

“Whoa, take it easy,” the same paramedic from earlier said as she tried to push me back down.

I resisted her shove. “Where’s my brother?” I asked frantically, looking around the curtained off cubicle I was in.

“They took him to surgery,” she said somberly.

“Surgery?” I squeaked. “Why?”

“I can’t say. A doctor will be in to see you soon.”

“Please, you have to tell me,” I begged, remembering the words I heard before I passed out. “Is he dead?” I asked frantically.

“No, but he’s in critical condition. His heart stopped beating in the ambulance, but we were able to get it going again,” she said, sighing heavily.

“I don’t want to lose him,” I whispered.

“I know, honey,” she said, patting my knee. “There’s an anxious young man pacing the hallways waiting to see you. Can I let him in?”

“Max?” I asked, relieved I wouldn’t be alone.

“I think that’s what he said his name was,” she said, heading out of my curtained off area.

Mere seconds passed before Max was by my side. He pulled me into his strong comforting arms as I sobbed against his chest.

“He’s going to make it,” Max said forcibly. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to reassure me or himself.

The next few hours passed in a pain-filled blur as Max’s parents arrived along with the Graves and several other adults I hadn’t met. I was passed from one set of arms to another as each person shared in my grief while we waited for any kind of news.

Kevin had been in surgery for two hours when a cop and a social worker arrived to ask me questions. They led me away from the others to an empty area where we could talk. I had spent years protecting Lucinda, lying to teachers about my injuries and living conditions, but as I remembered Kevin’s bruised and battered body on the stretcher, I let it all flow out of me. Tears I thought had dried up years ago fell from my eyes, hot and fast as I told them everything, the abuse, poor living conditions, unsavory people she had exposed us to, and all the people she had scammed over the years. They both took notes as I talked and allowed me time to compose myself as I sobbed through the tougher parts. I explained my fear of the system and being separated from Kevin. I told them about my “someday soon” plan and how I was afraid Kevin would die and I would never get to prove to him that someday soon did exist. They were both kind and reassured me none of it was my fault as I sobbed silently.

“If I would have reported her, Kevin wouldn’t be hanging on for his life,” I said brokenly.

“Katelyn, your mom has a sickness and that sickness is to blame for this, not you,” the social worker said, giving me a sideways hug.

I felt drained from all the crying after talking with them and walked back to Max and his parents feeling lethargic. Karen seemed to sense my needs and led me to the far end of the ICU waiting room where a small loveseat sat. She pulled me down to sit with her and rested an arm around me, letting me lean against her. Max dragged a chair over silently and held my hand as I watched the slow-moving hands make their way around the clock on the wall near the door. Everyone remained silent while we waited, and I appreciated their presence. For so many years, it had seemed like it was just Kevin and me facing the world alone, so having them there made me feel loved.

Seven hours into our silent vigil, a tired looking surgeon entered the room. My supportive group huddled around me as he approached.

“Is he dead?” I asked, taking in his solemn expression.

“No, he’s one lucky boy. He pulled through the surgery.”

“He did?” I asked, not daring to believe him.

He nodded, smiling slightly. “The next twenty-four hours will be critical, and his body will need time to recover…” his words cutoff as I threw myself in his arms.

“Thank you so much,” I said as tears of happiness rolled down my cheeks.

“It will be a long tough recovery,” he cautioned, patting my back awkwardly. “And physical therapy will be a must.”

“That’s okay, we’re not going anywhere,” Max’s dad said, reaching forward to shake the surgeon’s hand too as he peppered him with questions about Kevin’s injuries.

I tuned out their mumbo jumbo words and turned to Max who was grinning at me broadly as he pulled me into his arms. He led me to the other side of the room, away from the others.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling back slightly to gaze into my eyes.

“I’m getting there. I’ve never been so scared in my whole life.”

“Neither have I,” he admitted. “I was afraid you'd hate me for what we did tonight,” he added, looking down at the ground, obviously feeling immense guilt.

“Oh,” I said, thinking about it for the first time. “I guess I never really thought about that. Lucinda has always been a ticking time bomb and I’ve tried my hardest to limit her alone time with Kevin, but I just always thought if I took the brunt of her anger she would leave him alone. Tonight proved his safety was an illusion. If she wouldn’t have lashed out tonight it would have happened down the road. I’ve taken the blame for so much over the years that this time I’m leaving the blame with her,” I said.

Max pulled me back into his arms and placed his lips gently on mine.

“You know, I’m never letting you go now,” he whispered against my lips.

“That’s all I ask,” I said as his lips claimed mine.

Epilogue

The days surrounding Kevin’s recovery were a mixture of the happiest and worst days I had ever had. On his second day of his recovery, they discovered his brain was bleeding and they had to go in and repair the damage. They placed him in a drug-induced coma while the swelling in his brain went down.

Max’s parents and the Graves’s were lifesavers as they sat with me, offering support and comfort. Susan, the same social worker that had talked with me in the hospital that first night, came to visit every day and updated us on the red tape she was busily cutting through to get Maxwell and Karen approved as foster parents for Kevin and the Graves’s for me. I had no idea that Max’s parents wanted to foster us until his uncle showed up to the hospital that first night. We decided as a group that it would be easier if I stayed with the Graves’s temporarily through the rest of the school year and the summer, since it would be awkward with Max and I dating. Max and I choose not to fill them in that we planned to live together the following year when we started college. I found it ironic that for years I had feared the system that I was convinced was against us, only to realize that they were actually on our side all along. After years of thinking we were alone, we were suddenly surrounded by people who all wanted us.

Lucinda made it easier when she signed away her parental rights as she awaited her sentencing. I wasn't sure why she finally decided to do something that was best for us, nor did I have plans to ever ask her. I had overlooked so much over the years that I could no longer find the strength to forgive her.

Max stayed with me the entire time I was at the hospital with Kevin, only leaving long enough to get us food and a change of clothing. Karen reassured me they had already moved our belongings and that Lucinda’s stuff had been put in a storage unit to be dealt with later down the road.

One week after Kevin’s brain had stopped bleeding they took him off the coma-induced medicine and told us it could be several hours before he came around and that he would be groggy when he woke.

Max and I sat on either side of him, anxiously waiting for him to wake. I was just beginning to doze off when I felt his hand move slightly in mine. I lifted my head off the bedrail and watched as his eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Hey, punk. You’ve been sleeping for a while,” I said as tears fell down my cheeks.

“You’re crying,” he said.

I nodded. “You’ve been one sick little boy, and I’ve been very worried,” I said, explaining my tears.

“Where am I?” he asked groggily.

“The hospital, pal. You’ve been here a while,” I said, smiling with relief.

“What day is it?” he asked, looking at me a little more clearly.

“It’s someday soon,” I said through my tears as I looked at Kevin who smiled at me.