Dream-Girl-7

He's sitting in the corner, gagging, grabbing his stomach, shaking. He sweats beads that gleam in the stream of fake moonlight that bends through the glass window. He doesn't cry for me, because he's ashamed. But not. I have never seen him this way before. And I'm scared. The needle is on the ground beside him, centimeters from his limp fingers, his weak hand. His eyes half closed, vomit in the corner of the room. He glances at me through the corner of his eyes. I sit on a cot only four feet away, and I pretend this isn't happening. But secretly, the image is slowly burning, scarring, etching itself into the back of my mind. Pretend this isn'

Carter came in to visit Luke but left after twenty minutes for work. Apparently Carter had a job that I didn't know about. Explains him being out all the time. The hospital allowed me to stay with Luke during the six days they kept him in a recovery unit. He had physical therapy every day, just to make sure that any nerves that may have been in the way of the bullet weren't showing any signs of paralysis, and he was easily able to sit up within a few days. Even though he had to be operated on for losing so much blood, the doctors said that so far no nerves were showing any signs of damage or infections. So it was probably just a flesh wound,