Simon sat on his wheelchair, feeling so useless and unwanted. It was his birthday today. But no one was even there, not a single person, doctor, nor a nurse in that hospital room cared to celebrate his birthday. His eyes started to sting, he tried to think about it, but the loneliness was getting to him. He wanted to at least have someone by his side, have a moment with him, keep him company, or give him a spare of someone’s time, attention, and listen to what he had to say, maybe a therapist, even if they were just there, listening and giving advice or whatever. But no, there as none of it.

Simply, he sat there in his wheelchair, his legs paralyzed from the hit and run from those years ago. Being in the hospital had barely helped him get any better, he wanted to leave and just stroll around with his wheelchair himself, to explore. He had written things in his new journal, the things he wanted to do when he’d be out of the hospital. He was hopeful for once, but it ceased quickly when the days ahead came.

His tears eventually fell from his eyes, he would sob and try to wipe them away with the sleeves of his hoodie, only to have more coming.