He Thought My Meds Were Candy
Language: en
As I drifted into the freezing air, hovering in the liminal space between life and whatever comes next, I finally saw it: Benedict’s back. He was walking away, resolute and cold, leaving me behind in the snow. The bet had been a mistake from the very beginning. I couldn’t believe he had actually used my life—my fragile, failing heart—as the stakes for a wager on whether I could summit Mount Rainier. The altitude sickness had hit me like a physical blow. My head felt like it was being split by an axe, and my stomach turned over and over until I was retching nothing but bile. With trembling…