“Are you okay?” I ask. We’ve been next to each other fighting for our lives together. He’s finally opened his eyes, his bandaged hands flinch as he arouses.He lets out a low guttural growl. I imagine it’s difficult for him to talk. Kara has us both pumped full of morphine and other ‘cocktails’ as she calls it, but even still, it doesn’t totally numb the pain. Somehow Tyler’s stayed in a state of unconsciousness for two weeks, even during the scrubbing.I’m sure that’s not the medical term but it’s what I’ve started calling it. Kara and Jon submerge us in pools of sterile water to irrigate and re-open our burns. All the morphine in the world couldn’t numb that pain yet somehow Tyler stayed unconscious throughout it. Kara told me his body’s in shock. The severity of his burns were much greater than mine. I don’t remember much about the fire. From what I’ve pieced together it was Tyler who saved me. He nearly died, actually he still might. Maybe I should feel indebted to him but to me this makes us even.
