You were sewing the sleeve of Dee’s jacket back to normal. Dee had his head on your thigh as he took small, shallow breaths to avoid anymore pain to his lungs and ribs. He held back a whimper of pain as he weakly held the icepack you had given him close to his chest.

Suddenly his mind was flooded with negative thoughts… You hadn’t said a single thing since you got him out of that fight at school and brought him to your place… Were you mad at him? Did you think he was a wimp because he couldn’t get the upper hand in the fight and you had to step in? Were you disappointed that he was making whimpering noises like a pussy?…

Tears welled up in his eyes and his body was flooded with a sudden jolt of fear and dread.

You must be thinking those things… Why else didn’t you talk to him during these past two hours?… Oh god…