Chapter 137

“Goose.”

“Goose?”

“Ask her,” I said.

“Like the other guy in Top Gun,” Lynn shared.

“Gotcha. Hey, Goose. Keep those gorgeous blue eyes open for me now, can you?” the male voice said. “I’m Steve. We’re gonna get you out of here, okay?”

I didn’t respond.

“Goose? Talk to me, Goose.”

“It hurts.” The pain was unbearable. I was hurting and angry, because I’d been taken away from Patrick right after crossing over that first time. Someone had brought me back without giving me the choice Jefferson had claimed was mine. I never would have left on my own.

“Do you have family, Goose?”

“A sister.” Maybe I had chosen. “And my bro-ham, and Carrie.”

“They want you to stay with me.”

“And Wilbur.”

“Wilbur, too,” Steve said. “We’ll get you fixed up for all of them, okay?”

“Patrick…”

“Try to stay still,” I was told. Steve and the other EMT were talking over one another. Sometimes, I didn’t know which one was speaking. “We’re taking you both to the hospital.”