“Are you sure you want to go home now?”
I stopped zipping my backpack and sat on the hospital bed. I faced Matt who’s standing just behind the door. “What do you want me to do? Stay here and be bored as hell?”
He sighed and walked closer to me. Matt looks so serious right now, there’s no trace of goofiness on his face. It’s really rare to see him being like this. “I’m just worried about you, Marg.”
“I’m really okay, I promise.” I smiled. “It’s just a scratch, I won’t die.”
“Won’t you really tell your parents about this?”
“I don’t want to worry them, Matt,” I sadly smiled. “My parents…they have been through a lot. I don’t want them to blame themselves for what happened to me. So please don’t eve
