Page 20 of Through Quick and Quinn
7:35 p.m.
oh yeah? what’s that?
you like to ground too? ha ha
7:36 p.m.
I’m a non-only child, too.
8:12 p.m.
how did you know?
8:13 p.m.
I have the same moments of sadness that I’ve seen on your face,
where you suddenly remember and then feel guilty for having a minute when you forgot.
8:15 p.m.
yeah it sucks
8:16 p.m.
I’m so sorry, Quick.
9:43 p.m.
me too
08/31/23
3:08 a.m.
I open my eyes through a series of confused blinks and begin to take in the scene around me. I am lying on a small bed and there are two uniformed strangers in the room. Medical posters are pinned up on the wall, and I can hear a phone ringing in the background. I grunt as I try to lift my head to find something familiar, something that will help this make sense.
One of the strangers hears me shuffle and she makes her way towards me. “Hi sweetie, my name is KT. How are you feeling?” she softly asks as she sits down in a nearby chair.
“Where’s my mom and dad?” I can hear my voice quivering, and a feeling of nausea washes over me.
KT offers me a cup of water but I refuse to take it. I ask the question again, this time more loudly. She tries to reassure me with shushing noises and pats on my hand. “Sweetie, your parents are okay and they know you’re here. You lost consciousness, so we—”
My memory comes back to me and I suddenly feel like I am drowning in a tidal wave of terror. I scream for Geoffrey and for my parents, and the sobs only stop when I fall off the bed and my head slams against the floor.
Quick:
No Going Back
We kicked off our third club meeting with a goal: to decide upon a topic to research. Quinn said she came equipped with some ideas, and I promised myself to toss my true interests into the ring.
I let her start. I had to. She seemed to be on the verge of bursting.
“Did you know that approximately 17 percent of people who nearly die report having a near-death experience? Millions of people around the world attest to having one, and there are apparently several parallels among the accounts provided, regardless of country, culture, age, or whatever other factors. I’m totally fascinated!” She seemed to be exploding and I couldn’t help but smile. Her enthusiasm was contagious.
Quinn added two more topics to the brainstorm list: the lost city of Atlantis and the mystery surrounding Amelia Earhart. I was impressed. My club partner was intrigued by topics that I deemed quite worthy of a REED project.
“Ok, your turn! What burning questions do you have? I figure we’ll write them all down, and then we’ll have a large pool to pull from for the rest of the year. Sound good?” Quinn beamed.
