Tears blur my vision. I look up at the sky and the millions of stars above me. “Don’t do it,” I whisper to whoever—whatever—might be listening. I’ve never been religious. I’ve never prayed to anyone or anything before tonight, but right now seems like a damn good time to start believing. “He’s not… let him be okay. Please let him be okay. I’ll help him get better. Just… let him be okay.”
