Kookie:
Levi is in his wheelchair when I get to his room. His face narrows as he sees me, and I try to keep mine expressionless. There is nothing much to do here—just give him his shots, then I will be on my way, I say to myself.
I move swiftly without really looking at him as I approach the bedside table. There, I lay out the medical supplies neatly. Pulling on a pair of gloves, I snap them securely around my wrists before reaching for the vial of medication.
He speaks the moment I pick it up. “Does he really make you happy?”
My lashes flutter as I turn to look at Levi.
“What?” My face contorts slightly.
“Never mind,” he says, and the room falls silent as I turn around, trying not to mind like he asked.
With steady hands, I pick up a fresh syringe, remove the protective cap from th
