When science and faith fail her terminally ill father, Victoria heads to New Orleans in search of vampire blood to save him. Armed with well-researched legends and desperation, she hunts down a boy who matches her vampire profile. But before he will grant Victoria and her father immortality, she must prove she’s passionate about life—and betraying her grief to do so is harder than she imagined.
Be strong like Buffy. I repeat the mantra in my head as I glare into those bleak fluorescent lights they always put in doctor’s offices. But all I can think about is the episode where Buffy’s mom dies, and they keep showing the body, eyes wide and staring, and I imagine what Dad would look like. Eyes open or closed?
I bite the inside of my cheek. Be strong like Buffy.
Smile plastered in place, I look down at Dad, just in case he’s watching. He’s not. He slouches on the arm of an oversized wheelchair, the only one still available to borrow from the hospital lobby. He’s always been tall and thin, but now three of him could sit in the wide seat.
When he first got sick, the hospital offered an insurance-bought wheelchair for us to take home, but back then my dad shook his head and smiled. You can’t show cancer any bit of weakness, he said, winking at me so we both laughed. Mom tried to take it, but we overruled her.
No one mentions it now.
The paper covering the exam table crinkles as I squirm to get comfortable. My left leg’s gone dead. Numb, I mean. Not dead.