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.
"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.