Wicked Souls

35

He noticed how I was walking with a slight limp, which made sense considering the injuries that I still had on my feet. He still held my hand as I walked and he kept on keeping a close eye on me, as he wasn't sure of exactly how bad the injuries on my feet were. All he could see was the fact that I had bandages wrapped around my feet. But he did notice how I was walking with a slight limp, this concerned him a little as he kept on holding onto me and kept on keeping watch on how I walked.

As we walked down the hallways, I was still limping, the patients were now going to the cafeteria for lunch.

He was holding my hand as we two walked through the hallway, and as we two walked, I passed by some patients who were walking towards the cafeteria now that it was time for lunch.

He was paying attention to me as I walked and he saw how I was still limping, the limping wasn't severe but it was still noticeable. He figured that I just needed to take things slow for now, I was still limping which indicated that I was still feeling some pain from the injuries on my feet.

I kept walking down the corridor till we made it to the cafeteria.

He kept on walking with me as we two continued, the hallway got a bit more crowded as more people were starting to go back to their rooms now that it was nearing lunchtime. However, despite all the walking movement and crowds, we two eventually ended up at the cafeteria. Which is where he figured it would be a good idea to let go of my hand so that I could go and sit down. Since it was lunchtime it would probably be better for me if I ate something.

I walked over to the food and it was seafood again, I made a weird face and walked back over to Harrow "I'm not hungry,".

He saw how I had walked over to the food and had just taken a look at the menu before I had walked back over to him. He had noticed the weird face that I made, I apparently weren't a fan of seafood and was likely not going to be having lunch today.

"You're not hungry..." He repeated it back to me and then sighed softly, before speaking up again. "Well in that case, why don't I give you some of my lunch? That way you'll at least have something on your stomach.."

I shook my head "I couldn't do that, it's your food. I'm not hungry honestly,".

He saw how I just shook my head, so I didn't want to take anything from him. He knew how it was his food, but he also figured that I shouldn't starve just because I wasn't hungry.

"I'd rather you eat something..." He spoke up calmly, but he figured that not eating anything would not be the most ideal thing for me. And honestly, him simply getting over being able to give me his food wouldn't be the worst possibility now that he thought about it.

"I would feel bad taking some of it," I said gently.

His kind and gentle voice came out once more once I spoke up.

"I wouldn't mind if you took some of it... really..." He responded calmly and his gentle and caring tone continued. He didn't want to let me go off and continue without eating anything. Sure, I wasn't hungry and I wasn't that into seafood, but this was still lunch. And he didn't exactly know whether or not I had breakfast today either.

"I'm okay, I'm not hungry," I started to limp away back to my ward.

He figured that I just wasn't hungry and wasn't comfortable taking some of his food. But he was still a bit surprised that I was just going to go back to my room without having something to eat at all.

"Hmm..." He muttered as he saw how I started to limp away, heading back to my ward. He sighed softly, but he was trying to respect my choice, even though he didn't quite agree with it. He didn't pursue the matter further and kept on watching as I limped away.

He kept on watching me limp away, he was now just watching me walk away and head back to my ward. With no intention to try and stop me. He didn't want to push the matter too much, he was just going to respect my choice for now, however, he was hoping that I'd still eat something later. Whether that be lunch or dinner, but he wasn't quite sure if he'd see me again today.

5 weeks had passed since he last saw me, and during that time, it appeared as though I had largely remained alone in my room. I felt as though it was my fault that he didn't want to see me again. I spent those days just laying in bed, feeling alone, feeling as though it was my fault for something. It appeared as though I was dealing with a lot of self-doubt and inner feelings of shame as the days went by...

As a result, I ended up falling into a rather dark place mentally, one where I just spent most of the time isolating myself and feeling alone. Now after 5 weeks, I still hadn't heard from him or even seen him at all, this led to me feeling as though he was intentionally ignoring me in some way. This made me feel as though I had done something to mess up all those weeks ago, even though I couldn't be too sure of what exactly it was that I had done...

I started to get upset, tears were falling down my face. I lay in bed not wanting to leave the room.