I was at the hospital once again. It seemed like I couldn’t escape that place. Daryl got thirty stitches altogether, small ones to reduce scarring. He also had three broken ribs and a fractured jaw.
I was on my way to see Colin. He was here as well, and I hadn’t had a chance to see him before we made our way here. I was hoping he was okay, even though he started it. When I made it to his room, I saw him sitting on the bed with his hand in a cast. When I saw his arm strapped up, I realized he must have been hitting Daryl really hard.
“Hey, how are you?” I asked.
“As if you care,” he snapped.
“Don’t say that. I said I was sorry. What else can I do? I was hoping you would understand what I’m going through. You are acting just like my stalker right now.”
“I told you what to do. You said n
