I RAN.
I ran out to the car in the driveway.
I ran my siren all the way to St. Anthony’s, and I ran up four flights of stairs to Nana’s room.
When I came in, Bree was there with tears streaming down her face. And next to her, in the bed, with eyes like slits—but open—was Nana Mama.
Regina Hope Cross, the toughest person I’ve ever known in my life, wasn’t done with us yet.
Her voice was just a crackle, static almost, but it nearly bowled me over. “What took you so long?” she said. “I’m back.”
“Yes, you are.” I was beaming when I knelt down to kiss her as gently as I could. She still had two IVs and the A-V line to her heart, but the vent and feeding tubes were off, and it was like seeing someone I hadn’t laid eyes on for weeks and weeks.
“What did I miss?” she asked.
“Nothing much. Hardly a thing. The world stopped spinning without you.”
“Very funny,” she said, although I was kind of serious. Everything else could wait.
Zadie and one of the cardiologists, Dr. Steig, were in the room monitoring Nana’s condition. “Regina’s going to need what we call an LVAD,” the doctor said. “A left ventricular assist device. It’s the next best thing to a transplant, and it’ll help get her home sooner rather than later.” He put a hand on Nana’s shoulder and spoke up a little. “Looking forward to anything in particular, Regina?”
She nodded groggily. “To not being dead yet,” she said, and I laughed with everyone else.
Her eyes fluttered closed again.
“She’ll be in and out for at least a few days,” Steig said. “Nothing to worry about.”
He took a few more minutes to go over the care plan with Bree and me, and then gave us some time alone in the room.
As we sat together by the bed, Bree told me she’d seen the overnight news. All the major channels were broadcasting live from the Kennedy Center, the White House, and the Vances’ home in Philadelphia. Already, a kind of awkward mourning had begun and was spreading around the country.
“So, is that really it?” Bree asked. “Is it over?”
“Yeah,” I said, thinking more about Nana than about Teddy Vance. “As much as anything ever is. Zeus is dead. That much we know for sure.”