[WP] You unknowingly find a rock that grants a single wish, put it in your pocket, and accidentally make a wish while having a conversation.

  The corridor of ICU is reticent. It's where nothing is said aloud and the only noises I hear are the papers shuffling at a desk and footsteps marching in and out as quickly as they possibly can. It seems people are either in a rush to see a loved one or a in a hurry to get escape them. I'm a bit in between and so I take my time, stepping on the red dots that mark a pathway through each station and then I'm stopped in my journey and pointed in the right direction by a nurse. I give her my identification to prove I am a Thompson and without another word, a hand gestures me into a room. I gather my breath for a moment. So many memories wash over me. The time she locked me in the basement with no light. I sat there in the dark, unable to contact my father as an unfamiliar male voice murmured above me until I reach out into the nothingness and found a dusty fabric to shield my ears from the moaning. The time she woke me up from my bed with a hot curling iron on my chest so I could sweep up the glass of a wine bottle she dropped. She stood in the bathroom mirror with the door open, a cigarette from her mouth, yelling insults and then once she stepped on to a piece of glass I missed she....
It doesn't matter anymore. She's walking the tightrope of life and death right now. I step into the room and she has tubes in every orifice, scabs on her face, her hair brushed back and matted like a wet dog as her arms lay lifeless by her side. I grab her hand and turn it around to find a stone. One of her friends always gave us stuff like this. Stones for good luck, stones to keep out intruders. As if I leave a stone at the door, a burglar is gonna be pushed away by an unforeseen force and give it all a second thought. I take the stone and in my thoughts attempt to conjure up the good things she has done. She gave me shelter, food, walked me to school, and always had advice on relationships. Then drugs got the better of her. 
  It's unfortunate, the person before the drugs had died and now this one exists. Why couldn't this one die? I wish this person she became would just die. I thought I could handle this. I thought I would stay but now I want to get out of this room as quickly as possible. As I leave, I hear an alarm from the heart rate monitor machine and then the sound of a flatline.
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