Still Panic at the Disco’s Ryan Ross’ point of view

Sometimes I would blame my lack of sleep for my imagining of Althea’s fingers moving when I would touch them but during those moments, I swear I would hope that it was true. I could feel the sorry in the voices of my friends especially of Brendon’s and of her parents.

My heart was always victorious whenever my brain tells me that what I’m doing is stupid and that they are all right. I should be trying to live my life but my heart would tell me that Althea might wake up with nobody there.

She might get scared because I know she was scared of hospitals. The nights that I would spend in her room were mostly sleepless but if ever I got to close my eyes, I dreamed of Althea. The dreams were flashbacks of what had happened from the first time we met to the time when Ashley came back.

I’d wake up to the part where I imagined the truck pressing against my fragile Althea. During first days, I would always cry but I ran out of tears when the second week of my being here took place.

A month went by and the doctor asked me if I was still hoping. I was confused at his question so I asked him why. He said that it was best if the machine was disconnected already. My insides were outraged so he explained that it was better if she dies with dignity. Dignity! What has dignity got to do with this?