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Interlude, Part 3
“Room 244,” the lady behind the desk points to the hallway on the left side, popping her gum. I briefly thank her, before hastening down said hallway, urgently. I lift my wrist to look at my watch: 5:20. Darn traffic. Who knows what could’ve transpired within the three hours I was at a dead standstill on Main Rd.
Part of me is a bit worried. Will he be mad at me? Will he yell? Throw things? Will he even be conscious enough to state his hatred? Maybe I shouldn’t have taken things as far as I did, even though he did deserve it. Maybe I should’ve just let it go. Things would’ve been much different.
I reach the door, and open it, stepping inside. In front of me is a guy in a full-body cast, his heart beat moving slowly on the monitor. I immediately cover my mouth to stifle a gasp. He looks so still—almost gone.
“Oh my god.” I run over to him. “Weston, I am so sorry. I-I didn’t mean for all this to happen. It was just a joke. I’m sure you probably hate me right now, and I don’t blame you. But even though you get on my nerves, and every day I desire to inflict physical pain on you, I would’ve never wished this on you.”
I go silent, wondering if he’ll respond, but he doesn’t. I realize that he’s still unconscious.
“Weston, I know I’ve been really tough on you lately, and I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m so sorry. I guess, you just bring out the worst in me sometimes. And I really do care about you, even though you’re a sickening, no-good, manipulative, lying, arrogant—”
“Don’t forget narcissistic. That’s a big one.” I hear Weston speak, but his lips don’t move. It’s not until I turn to the side and see the curtain pulled back, and Weston standing in normal clothes, that I realize I’ve been talking to the wrong guy. I jump back, eying to see damages. He has a cast holding up his right arm, and a giant purple bruise on his forehead.
“You heard what I said?” I ask, and he nods. “Good. Are you feeling okay?”
“Well, I’m a bit high on pain medication right now, so I’d say I’m doing pretty good.” He says. “Just a bruise, and a broken arm. But they patched me up real quick.”
I find the ability to smile. “Wonderful. I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Good to know someone cares.” His look changes and I realize that I’m his only guest. His father isn’t around. Chris isn’t around. No one. Mentally, I give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they don’t know yet. Maybe. “The Doc already let me out, by the way. I just came back to get my stuff.” Weston picks up his bag. “Apparently, I’ll have to become left-handed.”
I pause. “Weston, if there’s anything I can do—”
“You want to help me?” He raises his eyebrows, looking genuinely shocked.
“Yeah, I kind of got you into this mess. It’s only fair that I offer to help.” I say. And for the fact his dad couldn’t even show up at the hospital, I figure no one else is going to be helping him at home.
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