Last week on Thursday his lung collapsed.
Tuesday we decided we were going to take a break from our 1 year and 3 months of dating because of some issues in our lives and between us. One of the last things be told me was “just know you’re the lightning McQueen to my mator”
Two days later I get a call that he’s in the hospital because his lung collapsed. The paramedics said: calling 911 was the difference between him living and dying.
I broke down crying and rushed to he hospital and came into room 611 with a lightning McQueen balloon and tied it to his hospital bed. He smiled softly at it with wires and tubes pouring out of him.
Friday: He went into a 3 hour surgery to repair his lung and remove the developments that caused his lung to collapse. Waiting with his family for him to come out. I never saw him in so much pain; with tears welling up in his eyes, drifting in and out of consciousness. The first person he reached out for was me. To hold his hand. I sat there holding his hand for over 5 hours that night-even though he was unconscious most of the time.
With a lightning McQueen balloon tied to his hospital bed.
With the claim of survival in his chest.
With my heart in his hands.