"Are you punishing yourself? But why? Why did you do that?" I asked him, bewildered.
However, he ignored my question. He wouldn't even look at me. Instead, he stood up and let go of me. Quickly, he fetched something. Not long after, he returned to the bed where I was lying. He handed me a glass of water.
"Here, in case you need to drink something. You might be thirsty. Is there anything you need? Would you like me to get you some food? Or do you need anything else? Do you want me to call the nurse? Do you want me to call the doctor? Does your stomach hurt? How are you feeling now?"
He asked me question after question, which left me stunned. I mean, I didn't know which one to answer first. I was still... I was still... What was the word? Ah yes, bothered. I was still bothered by the bru
