broken eyes

EMERGENCY

someone else called for an ambulance as i sat beside a slumped over modere, he had closed his eyes but was still breathing.

thank god.

modere had to go into surgery to receive some stitches from the cuts and tears that he had, and apparently he had bruised ribs and a broken nose.

the nurse who admitted him asked me what could've possibly happened to him for him to receive such drastic wounds.

i couldn't for the life of me, guess why someone would hurt someone as peaceful as modere. i also couldn't answer why he was alone.

i sat in the waiting area of the emergency room, curled up in a bundle of anxiety and guilt.

i left him. alone.
how stupid. selfish. he probably hates me.

i cover my face up with my hands, doubled over in pain from the uncomfortable sensation of nervousness in my stomach.

for what seemed like eons, i sat still, occasionally shaking my legs up and down. my heart was in my throat the entire time.

"hey, are you ok? you look like you're going to be sick," someone taps on my shoulder.

i don't move, because to be honest, i felt like i was going to be sick.

the person taps me again. "yeah," sighing i sit up slowly, not looking the person in their eye, my head pounding in pain.

"if you're not, at least you're in an emergency room," i look to the guy, he stares at me back, eyes wide with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

i snort in response. "nice one,"

"thanks, at least you're feeling better right?"

"i guess," i lie. this stranger is trying to make me relax and i don't want to be difficult.

"what are you here for? not trying to pry into anything too personal or..."

i shake my head trying to clear my thoughts, rubbing my sweaty palms against my thighs.

"you know," the guy finishes, trailing off into uncertainty.

"i have a friend," i start off. i proceed in telling him the whole story.