David's Family

Chapter 4

Max lay awake in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. David had let Max sleep in the bed while David was at the hospital, but... it felt wrong. He thought it would be nice to be back in society, but now that he knew what he'd gotten himself into...
He was woken around two in the morning by the room door opening and closing. He sat up a bit, looking at the still closed bedroom door. After a while he moved and got off the bed, walking over to the door and opening it a tiny bit, peering out at the kitchen and living room area.
A lamp was switched on on the coffee table, shedding a yellow light throughout the room. David was seated at the two person table in the kitchen, head buried in his arms and shaking a tiny bit.
Max was well aware he couldn't have done anything to stop this, but even so, guilt gnawed a bit at his stomach. If he'd known David was coping with something like this...
Max shut the door and returned to bed, burying his face in the pillow and thinking about all that had happened that day