They went over to the big, oppressive dragon-house (as Mackey called it) every day after lunch. The guys took turns talking to Grant, playing with the little girl, or playing music. Grant picked up Mackey’s tiny, beat-up guitar and maneuvered it around the various tubes and wires in his arm that tracked the pain meds and the fluids that were sustaining him. They played rusty versions of the songs on the first CDs, but only one or two at a time. By the time they finished the second song, he was usually falling asleep, unwillingly, and they would kiss him on the forehead or the cheek, then kiss Katy on the cheek as she cuddled with her daddy, and file out. That one golden day when Trav saw more than he wanted and less than he’d hoped for, when he’d carried the young man back to his sick bed, had been the last time Grant walked on his own. He would never leave the bed in the perfectly pristine living room again. A week after that day, Grant called Trav, Mackey, and Kell in for a conference.
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