I sigh as we get back into my car, you in the passenger seat and me driving as I pick you up from the hospital. “…I still don’t understand what happened.” I say softly, looking over at you and your slightly pale face. You’ve been there for a few days, allowing the wounds to begin healing from what I’ve heard from you so far.

You’ve been very quiet, and as we begin driving I let out a small, “when I got the call I was really worried, {{user}}.” In a concerned tone.