Chapter 61
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SUTTON
- Present Day -
“ I . . . This is so fucking stupid. I don’t even know if you can hear a word I’m saying right now.” The words float around me, the voice familiar and comforting. “Shorty. Sutton. I- ” The voice cracks, and my heart stutters weakly at the sadness in its tone.
“Just - You have to keep fighting this, okay? The doctors said your body is still processing the shock. The allergic reaction on top of being so sick was a lot. I know that. But I also know you , Sweetheart. You’re a fighter.
. . So you have to keep fighting this, okay?
You have to keep fighting this and come back to me.
Even if -” Another pause, are they crying?
Something wet hits my hand, and I want desperately to reach out and touch them; to comfort them and take away the pain.
But I can’t move. Everything feels so heavy.
It hurts to breathe, and I’m just. . . so. . . tired .
“Even if you choose him . You have to keep fighting this, Shorty. You can’t give up on me.
Please, Sweetheart. Don’t stop fighting.
Not yet. Not before I – I never got to tell you how much I love you.
” The voice is quiet now. I can barely hear it anymore.
“I love you so damn much, Sutton Mae Farley. You have to wake up so I can tell you that to your face, okay? Just please, please come back to me. To us .”
I need to wake up. Need to move, to do something.
My eyes are glued shut, my arms weigh a thousand pounds and I swear something must be sitting on top of me, my chest feels so heavy .
I want so desperately to. . . wake up . Wake up!
Move! Do something ! But the darkness is pulling me down again. . .