Chapter 6

“You don’t look too banged up…not from this angle.”

Head trauma, someone had mentioned. I couldn’t really see up there.

“Your brain is okay,” I said. “It is. You’re not gonna die, Finneus Shea!” With the proper amount of both dramatic TV medical show overacting and quietness to stave off being embarrassed in real life I declared it. “You’re not gonna die. Not on my watch.”

Finn’s breathing was even, his lower abdomen rising and relaxing at what seemed a normal rate. Still, he didn’t stir.

“When I was little,” willing myself to concentrate on less hairy and intimate places, I also continued to keep my voice low, “my mom would tickle my feet to get me to wake up when I didn’t want to.”