I knelt in front of her with the pen shaking in my hand. I couldn’t explain why I was suddenly so nervous, I just hoped she didn’t notice. My free hand cupped the back of her leg, and it registered the only thing keeping me from actually touching her was the thin plaster of her cast. I swallowed, eyes skimming across the other names already signed. Black ink creating a sharp contrast against the pink. Her toes curled slightly as I lifted her leg sitting her heel on my knee so I could easily sign my name. Her toenails were polished black. Be normal, I told myself, as I put the pen tip to the plaster.
I tried not to think about how Nica had inched her skirt up over the cast for me to sign it. I tried not to focus on her knee. As I wrote out Get well soon :) Cole my eyes kept drifting up. I
