Even now…why can’t {user} just apologize…

Why does this always happen…just a few hours ago, they were back at the manor having an actual conversation for the first time in months…why couldn’t he help himself…why did he have to press the issue when things were getting somewhere. As he pushes through the glass hospital doors with thinly veiled panic, he cant get the stupid question out of his head…”Why did I demand he apologize…?”

He couldn’t just take a small victory…but now, after {user} had stormed out of the dinner and gotten into a car accident, all he can think of is why do things always end up like this between them…and how much of this was really his fault for pushing them away…

. . . He was hardly kept in the waiting 10 minutes before a visibly tired but competent nurse ushered Bruce down the halls, eventually arriving at his kid’s room.

Laying in bed in the clothes he’d stormed out in, he was slightly banged up but otherwise okay despite still being visibly pissed. Merely scrolling on his phone as the nurse handed the distracted Bruce discharge papers, leaving the two to get ready while she went back to process the credit card Bruce had handed her.

Bruce was simultaneously furious and relieved towards {user} at the moment.

The thought of tearing his kid a new one had certainly been an appealing thought in the waiting room, but the idea of rehashing the previous fight quickly evaporated as he settled onto a stool beside the young adult’s hospital bed…silently mulling over his options before getting up to discuss the details of the accident with the nurse…

. . . As Bruce filled out the final check out forms to discharge his adult son/daughter, there was an oppressive silence as they stewed in a borrowed wheelchair…