There are right words, wrong words, and sometimes…no words.

There are words you never want to read about a close friend of yours.

“Currently she is delusional” would fall into that category.

So would “almost comatose.”

“…receiving plasma…”

“…bleeding out.”

There’s no spin to those words. No positivity that can be gleamed from them. No way to read them and think that maybe, just maybe it’s not as bad as it reads; that the raw words don’t communicate the underlying hope that the doctors have for a complete recovery. There’s no way to tell yourself that - like sarcasm - optimism is difficult to read in textual form.

Words like that lead right to the heart of things: my friend is dying, even with some of the best doctors in the world on her side.

They haven’t found a liver for her, and her body is failing quickly. Her brain is beginning to swell. I’ve been told that if a proper liver isn’t found, she’s got about 48 hours from this afternoon to live. It needs to be from a cadaver, I don’t know why. There are lots of things I don’t know, and many things that I miss in the brief updates I get third-hand because no one but doctors are allowed in her room at this point.

I don’t know what to write here, I really don’t; the right words aren’t there for me either. There’s nothing to do. Nothing to say. It’s unfair, is all I keep thinking; it’s unfair and cruel.

She has 48 hours to get a liver transplant before her body shuts down completely; it’s already started.

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