Biker Who Hit My Son Visited Every Single Day Until My Son Woke Up And Said One Word

Jake’s finger moved.

“JAKE!” I rushed to the bed. “Jake, buddy, can you hear me?”

His eyes fluttered. The machines started beeping. Nurses rushed in.

And then Jake opened his eyes. He looked confused, scared. His gaze moved around the room—to me, to the nurses, to the machines.

Then he saw Marcus.

“You,” Jake whispered, his voice hoarse from weeks of intubation. “You’re… you’re the man. The man who saved me.”

I froze. The nurses froze. Marcus’s face crumpled.Continue reading…