I'm sitting on a bench near the exit, trying to figure out what to do. I jump when I hear her voice, but I don't turn, she's not talking to me.

"Excuse me, Drew?"

I turn slowly, not sure what to expect.

"Are you Drew?" Asks a motherly looking black woman.

"Um... who wants to know?" I ask, doing my best to control the quiver in my voice."

She smiles, and the room seems to grow warmer when she does.

"I'm Cathy, Dylan's nurse. Please come with me sweetheart, he's getting worse."

I'm shocked into silence, so I just dumbly stand up and follow her out. She leads me out into the parking lot where a beat up old ford is waiting for us.

"It's beat up, but it gets me where I need to go" She says with a chuckle, noticing the way I look at the little truck.

I nod, and toss my suitcase into the bed of the truck.

We drive in silence for a few minutes, but I break it. I have to know what's going on.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"I waited for your flight, and when you were the only one who hadn't left, I knew it had to be you."

"So... um... what happened... to Dylan...?"

She looks at me with a mix of pity and frustration.

"Well, he read your letter, then seemed to go into some sort of shock. He fell into a coma shortly after that, and now you're here."

"Oh." was all I could say.

"You know he's dying, right?"

"Um... Yeah..."

She nods, and we drive in silence for the rest of the ride.

Okay, I actually know how I'm gonna finish this... it might take more than a week though, hang in there.

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