Epilogue

Calm down, Jennifer. Remember to breathe. You have time. I repeated to myself all the time. The problem is, it's hard to focus on these things when you're in excruciating pain that feels like it's going to rip a part of your body off.

“I'm here, man.

Pierre's calm, reassuring voice wasn't helping either. I knew it was meant to be comforting, but if he said it one more time, I'd throw the first thing my hand could reach at his head.

Adrian was driving like a madman down the street and I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to get into the operating room right away. I had been stubborn and waited until the last minute, apparently. If I'd decided to go to the hospital the night before, we wouldn't be swearing at slow drivers or running through traffic lights at noon.

“Adrian, go faster. She's crushing my hand. - Pierre said in a pained voice. I had taken her hand by the time I got in the car and she must have been white from my blood pressure.

"Pierre, I'm not going to... aaaaaaaah!"