Miranda sat at Kevin's bedside, cradling what remained of his heavily-bandaged left hand.
She was unprepared for just HOW severe his injuries were. His right leg was gone at the hip. His right arm...nearly gone. He had massive head trauma and likely brain damage. The doctors confirmed he was stable and would live.
Miranda frowned. Kevin would be alive but would not LIVE. For an adrenaline junkie like him, no cycling, no football, no snowboarding was not truly living...merely alive. She used the heavy chair to block the door. Kissing him goodbye, she unplugged the machines and cried.