The Werewolf and the Human

It's Not Your Fault

The museum was quiet. There was a silent thrumming in my head, but it was softer than it had been. It was as if the museum had made everything a little softer. Jackie walked over to me. She had been looking around the lobby area of the museum a little. I had laid my head on the bench for a while. I think I must have dozed off at some point because the sun was not in the same spot as I had remembered it being.

              That and because Jackie walked up to me when she saw me moving around a little bit. “Did you have a nice nap?”

              I nodded, my head still too heavy to feel comfortable doing that. “Thank you for letting me sleep.”

              “Of course,” she said, smiling at me. “Are you feeling any better?”

              I sat up with some help from Jackie, and she sat down beside me. “A little,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

              “Good news.”

              “Car done?” I asked, looking up at the ceiling. Our car should have been done hours and hours ago, but at least it was done then.

              She nodded. “Soon,” she said softly.

              “It’s still not done?” I asked her. That wasn’t right.

              She grabbed my hand, trying to comfort me. “Not quite.”

              I pulled my hand, knowing that I didn’t want her comfort. “This is ridiculous. Is this really your good news?” She looked away from me. “No, I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t be snapping at you. None of this is your fault.”

              She again tried to go for my hand. “It’s not yours either.”

              I again pulled my hand from her. “It has to be somebody’s.”

              “It’s not yours.” That was all she said as she pulled me into a hug. I wanted to fight back, but how could I? My energy was gone. My thoughts were barely my own. I just didn’t have the energy to argue with her. I wanted to. I really did, but I didn’t have the energy for it. My mouth opened to say something, but I did not even have the chance to speak. In came the small man from the dinner and the other man that tried to scare me, both were greeted with great reverence from Mr. Museum. I watched as the three of them walked away slowly. Jackie seemed to predict what I was thinking. “I’m sure it’s normal.” It wasn’t.