Two whole months have passed since Norman was in a coma. I'd be lying to myself if I said I was fine, because in reality, I'm not. A lot of things have happened over that span of time. Everything happened in a flash, and it's hard to remember the entirety.
"You're leaving already? Take a few minutes break first," my boss chimes in, offering a bottle of water to my face. I shook my head, pushing the water back to him.
"Yeah," I say, knotting my shoelaces. "I can't be late for my other job," which is true. I've only worked there for a month, and I can't show up late.
I took this job as a way to help with the hospital bills. No matter how I see it, the reason why he was in a coma was because of me. As much as I can, I want to contribute to everything.
It was a hard fight to convince Mrs.
