TMUW 95: Hate

Minutes passed, but neither of us spoke.

Like me, he was quiet and seemed to be sensing his surroundings.

"Don’t look at me," he ordered.

I noticed the scars on his arms and legs. I wasn’t sure why he was in a wheelchair. A year... a year before I woke up. Does that mean something worse happened to him, which is why he’s still here in the hospital?

"I just want to rest for a while. If you can, please leave me alone—"

"You seem fine, just like Chris said," I interrupted him.

Even without him saying it, I could feel his avoidance. If I could just act out, I would have. I didn’t even know why they were avoiding me.

Is it because I heard what they were talking about earlier? If I hadn’t heard all of that, would he act like this in front of me now?

It’s frustrating to feel like they don’t want to see you, talk to you, or even acknowledge your presence. I was already missing my child, and then I had to deal with this guy. I just wanted to see that he was okay and know that he was f