Thirty Seven

Those words went through every marrow of my body, making me so chill. Mike was struggling to control his emotions from what I could see. I didn’t know what to say. It was as if my tongue got tied. Mike sat back on the bed, and slowly pulled himself up the bed. I rushed towards him, and tried to help him, but he turned away from me, his face stuck in a grimace. “I can take care of myself. Leave me for a moment,” he said sternly, despite the pain he was feeling. The man was something else. Jeez! I took one last look at him, and then slowly left his room. I knew he was slightly upset about his outburst, but it wasn’t my fault if he felt the way he did. There was seriously nothing I could do about it. But, still I felt so guilty for some reason. I turned back to his room, and opened his door slightly. He was about to pretend to be fast asleep, but his reflex was slower than normal, and we ended up looking at each other. “I think I should stay here. You may need something, and I’m