you were being checked at the hospital, they had already removed the shards of glass that had found their way into your skin here and there and nursed some open cuts and bruises. still the troubling thought of who could have used you as a scapegoat hindered any growth of happiness. you knew despite Able showing you his affections; didn't completely trust you, who would after all that you had been blamed for. "do you have any sort of a headache or severe pain?" the nurse asked you "no, I think I'll be alright" you told her "well you look fine so were going to let you go tomorrow morning once your results come in" you sighed not wanting to face the reality you had just ran from.
you saw abel walk into your ward and tried to prepare yourself whatever happens don't cry you told yourself. creaking the door handle he walked in to find you putting on a clean t-shirt, he glanced at it and remembered buying it with you, it brought a smile to his face yet didn't last long as you turned to face him. the shirt revealed your bandaged wounds and the stitched on your shoulder, he felt a sickening guilt usurp his body. "so are you good to go?" he asked trying to avoid the awkwardness in the room. you looked at him and " yeah.." the awkwardness pilled up like a thick brick wall between the two of you. He came and sat on the arm chair next to your bed, holding his hands together, fingers interlocked, leaning towards you. You rested your head back against the pillow and turned your head to the side to look at him. His face softened. "Im fine" you reassured him. " im so sorry baby, so sorry" you could hear the regret in his voice, your hand reached over to touch his. The moment was one of a innocent silence followed by sweet affections and amends.
