Phoenix:
His face was still swollen, maybe because he stayed awake or because he had been crying. Or maybe both.
How did I feel after seeing him like this?
Worst.
It was the worst ever feeling in the world to see your best friend breaking up before your eyes, and you couldn't do anything about it.
You couldn't hug him, couldn't talk to him like a normal person. He might be pissed at me, but I couldn't forget how he treated me for the last two years.
Before I could say something, his hand grabbed mine a little roughly and pulled me back inside the hospital.
"Jai," I tried to protest, but he didn't stop. He wasn't even listening.
He didn't stop before his clinic door. Instead, he dragged me down a quieter corridor and pushed open the door of a small, dim room.
Two narrow beds were shoved against the wall, and the smell of medicine mixed with old wood filled the room.
A kind of place no one would even think to look for us.
