I’d say after we ate, but they ate while I picked at my food. Sam nagged at me about needing food for strength. All it did was piss me off and make me want to starve myself even more. Bradley didn’t say much because he knows when there’s shit on my mind to just leave me the hell alone. And the pile of poo in my head is up to the ceiling. I’m in one of the family sleeping rooms for critical care patients. My goal was to come in here to get sleep, but I should have known better. The tiny, white box has a small bed, no windows, and the air conditioning in the already frigid hospital is arctic. Burrowing in the blanket, I tuck my head under in hopes of using my own body heat to keep warm. Warmth. Blood. The old saying goes that blood is thicker than water. Well, that statement never seemed true. My parents, for the most part, were assholes growing up. Everything was Ryan this, Ryan that. Joe, be more like your brother. Joe, do this like Ryan did. Joe, you could learn a thing or two from your brother.
