It took all my strength to walk into Heather’s hospital room, Connor holding my wrist to make sure I stayed. He pushed me in and closed the door behind me before I could protest at being alone with her.

I tiptoed around the curtain obscuring her. “You feeling alright?”
It felt so wrong to be here, because I almost didn’t care whether or not she was feeling alright, I just wanted to run.

“Yeah,” she groaned.
“What happened?”
“Me – stupid as I am – walked into the road without even looking. Hit in the face by a Lambo.”

I couldn’t say anything. My heart had leapt into my throat and was blocking all the words. Heather stared at me for a minute before smiling.
“At least it was a Lambo!” she chirped, and I couldn’t help but smile back. She was so pretty, even all bandaged up like a mummy. “And don’t worry. No broken bones. Just a li’l concussed!”
“You almost sound happy about that.”

And at her next smile it seemed like all the weight that was on my shoulders dissipated into the air for one brief moment.