The Size of our hearts

6

I looked around the room trying not to look judgmental.

"Hey um pass the first aid kit" Hamid said tiredly.

I looked up at the leaning shelf and grabbed the first aid kit. I was about to go over to him when I noticed there was a picture under the kit. I looked over at him, he was brooding over his wounds. I gently picked up the picture, there was a woman with short dark brown hair and eyes just like Hamid's. She had her hands in her back pockets and was smiling from ear to ear, beside here was a little boy, he didn't look much like Hamid.

"Is this your mom?" without raising his head, Hamid's eyes shot up. "I asked you to get my first aid kit, not go through my stuff" He said as he forced himself off his chair and over to me. He grabbed the box with his good arm and told me to drop the picture.

I looked down at the floor and realized that he left drops of blood on the floor leading up to his chair. "Ok let's get you cleaned up." I took a seat opposite him and took the kit from him. "Take off your Jacket" He looked up at me and gave me a smirk. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "So I can clean up your wound." He shrugged off the left arm of his Jacket to reveal his bloody shoulder, it was a deep cut. "Oh My days Hamid, what happened? "I fell." He replied quickly.

"On to what? A knife?" He bit his lower lip to hide how uncomfortable he was. "Look I can clean it up to stop the bleeding but you have to go get stitches at the hospital tomorrow." "Ok" He said.

"Okay" I replied.

We sat in silence as I cleaned up the wounds. "Yes, that was my mom." "Was?" "She um, she died eight months ago." I stopped cleaning his wounds then started again. "Oh my God how have you been..... coping." "I guess I'm good at.... coping" He murmured as he blinked away what I believed to be tears.

"I'm sorry, but no one should ever have to go through anything like this alone."

"Well I have and I'm just fine" He said as he dragged his arm away from me.

"You couldn't possibly be." I said.

"You don't know me." He snapped back quickly "Yes maybe I don't know you but I know what it feels like to loose someone, my brother, he died from lung cancer last year, you probably knew him, he lived here with my Dad."

"Seth?" He whispered.

"Yeah..."

"He was our star football player." I looked up at the ceiling trying to stop my tears from falling down, but one did anyway. "Hey, hey, you're okay." He said as he wiped my tear away with his thumb.

I chuckled quietly through my tears "So you are human after all." He caught himself as he quickly dropped his hand.

"It's getting late, you should go home." "Yeah right, you're right." I stood up and walked to the door. I opened the door and looked back at him. "Bye"

"Yeah" He replied.

I closed the door behind me, as I spotted a Bus coming. I ran over to the bus stop across the street. The bus stopped in front of me. As the doors swung open, A teenage boy stood in front me and I don't know what it was, but there was something oddly familiar about him. He looked at me and then smiled "Excuse me." He said impatiently.

"Oh right, sorry" I said as I moved to the left. He looked back at me and then that's when I figured out he looked like Hamid's Father.

"Sorry do you need something" He had an exotic accent that I couldn't quite place.

"No I'm sorry for staring, I thought you were someone else" I smiled.

"Oh ok" He took a deep breath and walked out of the bus. I gave the bus driver a 50 naira note as I sat down and watched the rain drops beat my window.