He healed Me

~chapter three~✔️

~chapter three~

"You called him an idiot?" asked the Delfrati. "You called a handicapped boy an idiot?" "Half an idiot," Dario replied.

"but that's the same like saying semi-intelligent, right?"

The Delfrati turned the corners of her mouth down. "I wouldn't be kidding if I were you. You insulted a boy in a wheelchair you insulted someone who is clearly weaker than you."

"So what? Don't you call me a rivet every day?"

The Delfrati pretended not to hear. "He could have fall out of that wheelchair." "I take it you didn't think of that." Oh yes, Dario had thought of that, and how he'd thought of it. It had been the only thing he thought about. Everything else, the sun, the courtyard, Elisa's crimson pear that was awesome. But not that.

He glanced sideways at Andy. It seemed a thousand kilometers away. He rolled his eyes at the window, looking for that big yellow something that felt like somewhere else. Maybe he was somewhere else, right where he wanted to be, away from all this crap. Maybe the idiot wasn't so stupid after all. "Well?" hissed the Delfrati.

"You're right," Dario replied. Sun. Somewhere else. Freedom. "I'm sorry," he added.

The Delfrati said nothing. She just looked at Dario. Was he serious? Yes, he looked serious. Elisa didn't move. "All right," the Delfrati finally said. "Let's pretend nothing happened."

Great, thought dario, that's exactly the answer you would expect from a wimp

"It's your first time caring for a person with a disability, so let's pretend you start today."

Dario wrinkled his nose. And what the hell about the week I've already done? he thought. But he didn't say that. "Therefore, if Elisa doesn't mind..."the
Delfrati looked at Elisa "will you resume your service as before to record."

Elisa didn't make a peep, although she had something against it, and how she objected, she didn't even try to hide it. But her opinion probably didn't count here, neither for Dario nor obviously for the Delfrati. "Sure," she said curtly. "No problem. Excuse me?"

And she ran to the door together with Dario. "Just watch out," she hissed at him as they left the room

Elisa stopped at the stairs, Dario turned the wheelchair around and started to drive it down the stairs.

He had become very adept at it by now. And in his arms there was a strength that Elisa could only dream of, with her wobbly sausage arms. Because it takes a lot of strength to maneuver a wheelchair, and not just on stairs. Nobody ever thinks of such things, you only notice that when you have to face them.

Dario had never been very good at facing things. He was much better at avoiding them, no, he was a Master. Or putting them off, which was just another way of avoiding them while stilling your conscience.

And yet, for some reason, Andy wasn't like that. Dario had no problem taking care of him, perhaps because he was so easy to deal with. Unlike the one with Elisa, the Delfrati, the headmaster and the rest of the world.

Elisa had become even more intolerable. Not only because she smiled even more than before, but because of the way she treated Andy. With these "My Andy" and "Now we'll put on the shoes" and "Watch out with your hands." Sometimes she even spoke to him in the third person. "Is my Andy cold? Doesn't he want to put on his warm sweatshirt? Of course he wants that, I know it, even if he doesn't tell me." Disgusting. "Why are you treating him like this?" Dario asked her.