Revived (Cat Patrick)

grabbing on to something meaningless like texting about junk food because the meaningful stuff is too huge.
    At around five, we pull back onto the highway. Just as I’m opening the chips, my cell rings. Even though he’s not supposed to be finished with Wade for a couple of hours, I know it’s Mason calling to check in. I’m not ready to talk right now. I don’t want to lie to him about where I am, and if I tell him, he’ll try to make me come back.
    “You should tell your parents where you are,” Matt says, reading my mind.
    “They’ll find out eventually; I left a note.”
    “Yeah, but you should tell them you’re okay. Parents worry.”
    “Oh, really?” I ask. “Where do your parents think you are right now?”
    Matt looks at me, then back at the road. “With you,” he says simply. “They trust me.”
    “How nice for you,” I say. I hear Matt laugh a little under his breath. “What, you said, ‘Hey, Mom and Dad, I know Audrey’s sick and all, but I’m taking off to go save drunk Daisy from a stupid situation.’ ”
    “Something like that,” Matt says. He’s smiling fully now and, knowing all I do about Audrey and how sad his life is right now, his smile seems precious.
    “What exactly did you say to them?” I ask, taking in his profile. The golden sunset illuminates his features and makes everything else hazy. It’s as if I’m seeing him through one of those filter apps that makes your pictures look old-school. I admire his thick black eyelashes and the straight line of his nose. I sit on my left hand to keep from reaching over and touching the scar on his perfect chin.
    “I said that you’re from a small town and got lost in a big city,” Matt answers, pulling me out of my imagination. “I said that you were scared and needed help and I was going to go help you.”
    “That’s it?”
    “That’s it.”
    “Weren’t they mad that you weren’t staying home to be with Audrey?” I ask.
    “They get it,” Matt says seriously. “There’s nothing for me to do but sit and stare at her. That drives her crazy. She told us all to leave her alone.”
    “I can’t believe she didn’t tell me that she has cancer,” I say. “That’s a pretty huge secret to keep from your friends.” I’m distinctly aware of the irony of what I’m saying.
    Matt glances at me again, warmly.
    “It’s not like that, Daisy. It’s not like some great gossip she didn’t want to tell you. It’s just that her old friends sort of freaked and stopped hanging out with her when they found out.”
    “That’s so bad,” I say.
    “I mean, not all at once, but gradually. Everyone was supportive at first. But then she quit track and some of the clubs she was in and stuff, and she stopped partying. People stopped calling. You are Aud’s friend. In fact, I think you might be her only friend,” Matt says.
    “She’s my only friend, too,” I say quietly, thinking to myself that since Megan is more of a sister, it’s not a lie. I turn to watch downtown Omaha materialize.
    “Hey, what about me?” Matt jokes. “I’m your friend.”
    I smile but don’t look at him. “Oh, right,” I tease. “I forgot about you.”

fourteen
    It’s been two days since I last saw Audrey, and in that time, she’s aged. Matt and his parents let me see her alone, and when I walk into her bedroom, I have to fight off tears. Audrey’s lying on her back, eyes closed, arms at her sides. Her face looks ghostly, even compared to the white comforter, and I have no clue whether to stay or go. While considering my options, I scan the writing on Audrey’s chalkboard wall. There’s a new addition; a proverb:

Fall seven times, stand up eight.

    I smile sadly; the rest of me is a statue. I look at Audrey’s face just before she opens her eyes.
    “Hey,” I whisper.
    “Why the hell are you whispering?” Audrey says loudly with a jovial laugh from the nest in her bed.
    “I’m sorry I woke you,” I say in my regular voice.
    “You didn’t,” she says. “I wasn’t asleep. I was meditating.”
    “Ah,” I say, nodding and wondering if she’s joking. I shift from one foot to the other. I can’t decide if she’s putting on an act for me right now. I decide to cut to the chase.
    “So, thanks for telling me you have cancer.”
    Audrey laughs again. Even though she looks weak, her laugh is normal. I step farther into the room and sit down gingerly at her feet.
    “Whoops,” she says.
    “Whoops?” I ask.
    Audrey shrugs.