Had I been reliving Lexi’s life? I had a lot to think about as I lay in my hospital bed. My imaginings were so realistic. Was it real? Had I really chosen my best friend and his wife for parents? Or was it all another bad dream? I tried to remember the thoughts I’d had just prior to being shot in front of Kroeber Hall. I was onto something, but the concept kept slipping from my grasp. “Steven?” I said. My brother looked up from his book. “Yes?” “How bad is it?” “Your injury?” “Uh-huh.” “The doctor says there’s no reason you won’t recover completely. And the second MRI they did this morning showed the inflammation has gone down a lot.” “How soon can I get up?” “I think we better ask the doctor that, but I imagine as soon as you feel like it.” I attempted to lift my head, but it felt impossibly heavy. A wave of nausea hit me. Steven looked alarmed. “Hey. Wait until we talk to the doctor, will ya?” “Yeah, I think I better.” I rested for a few minutes before I asked him the next question.
