Friends Again

I pulled a chair up next to Daniel's bed and took his hand. Taking a deep breath, I looked at Lionel. He shrugged as if he didn't care, he knew what I was going to say. So I turned back to Daniel and spilled the whole story that Lionel had given me.

When I was finished, the room was silent.

The British guy- Charles, I think?- cleared his throat.

I really don't know why, but at that moment it got on my upmost nerve. I guess with everything that was happening, every little thing annoyed me. So I snapped.

I turned to him and yelled. I don't even remember what I yelled, but I know it was loud and mean, because when I sat back down, the room was silent again, and Charles had a weird look on his face.

And for the, like, tenth time that day, I started crying.

I don't even know what I was crying about that time. Maybe frustration, maybe something else, but whatever it was, it had me crying for a while.

By the time I stopped crying enough to speak, Lionel and Daniel had made up. I was glad. I don't have to fight to be with my two best friends anymore.

Wiping my eyes, I stood up, walked over to Lionel, and pulled him into a hug.

"I'm so sorry I yelled at you, Lionel. I was frustrated, and tired, and just not myself. I hope you can forgive me?" I asked, pulling away and looking into my eyes.

He nodded.

"Good." I said, smiling at him.

It was only then that I realized he was hurt.

"Oh my gosh Lionel, your ribs!" I cried, noticing that they didn't look right.

He shrugged. "It's nothing." he croaked out, but I wasn't buying it.

I gently pulled him into the hall, waving at Charles to follow. By the time I had found a nurse, situated Lionel into his room, bought Charles a snack, and gone back to Daniel's room, he wasn't there.

I quickly ran to the surgery room, and they promptly turned me away, telling me he wasn't there. He had already gone home.

The End

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