"It's not fair..." Rayan sobbed. His ribs stabbed at him, not appreciating the sudden violent use.
Scott immediately set the bowl aside to start comforting him. "Rayan, I know it's not fair. I know this is hard on you."
Scott grabbed a tissue to wipe Rayan's face, resisting the urge to leak few tears himself. This was hard on him too. They would get through this, he just had to be strong. He had to be strong enough for the both of them.
"You don't know!" Rayan more yelled than cried, ignoring his sore ribs to vent his frustration. "I can't walk! I can't do anything for myself! I'm used to working, and now I'm stuck on the couch! I lost all my jobs! What am I supposed to do when you get tired of me? What am I supposed to do if you get angry with me? I can't even run away! It's j
