*Ami*
"Hi sweetie, don't you want any food?" I ask as I walk into Cory’s room, finding him lying on the bed with his back turned, exactly as he was when I left an hour ago. His food untouched on the table.
I can tell by his breathing that he's not asleep, and after a few moments, he shakes his head. "I'm not hungry."
"You need to eat something, Cory. You need the energy so you can do your exercises and get better," I say, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
His whole body seems to retract from me, and it hurts my heart and stomach. "It doesn't matter. I'm never getting any better."
"Please, Cory, don't say that. If you would just try. You have to train. You should see Sean; he's making so much progress." I place a hand on his hip, avoiding his shoulder since it's not fully healed yet
