Mark stared at Damon, dazed and confused. His friend had just placed the gaming helmet on his sister's head, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like this wasn't the same girl who'd been comatose hours ago, the same sister he'd almost lost.
"You're seriously doing this right now?" Mark's voice cracked, caught somewhere between disbelief and fear. "She's barely breathing on her own, and you want to throw her into a video game?"
"Just trust me for one more minute. I know I am asking you a lot." Damon said calmly.
Mark let out a sigh and sat down. He was frustrated with everything that was going on.
Damon didn't take offense. He couldn't. Not when Mark had every right to feel like the world had flipped upside down. His sister was barely out of a coma, and now his best friend was strapping her into a VR game like it was the cure to everything.
But Damon knew what he was doing. Or at least, he hoped he did.
