Pen Truth Contributor
Two days he lay there, unconscious, labored breathing, skin clammy, his olive complexion now pale, face gaunt. The man that lay before me now is only half the man of my memories. Me, I sat there with him day and night for two days now with my brothers gathered around and little sleep, not realize it at the time his unconscious state was drug induced. My thoughts drifting though my attention held fast, wondering how we ended up here in this desert, little sleep, listening to the gurgled tones rising from him, struck by the stark reality, he would soon die.