Hayden
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, my hands resting on my knees, and my mind replaying the words my colleague had thrown at me the day before.
"Ashley." My mind toggled frequently. I could not take my mind off her for a moment. She was laying there at the hospital and I was supposed to be in school but I didn't have the urge. I could still feel the anger coursing through my veins, sharp and bitter, and the desire to find that colleague and make him pay for speaking such reckless words made my muscles tense.
My chest felt tight, my jaw clenched. If I had been there, I would have made him regret it. But I wasn’t. I hadn’t been there, and that thought made the rage twist into something heavier, fear for her, guilt, and an unease I couldn’t shake.
I leaned back, le
