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I looked in and was slightly taken aback when I saw Marcus. Seeing him all bandaged and weak was so unusual. It was like role reversal. It also made it so hard to think of something to say. When I walked in he was lying on his side and I saw in a chair with him facing away from me.
“Hey” I said softly. But he didn’t even respond.
He was pretending to be asleep, it must be. When he finally faced me his eyes were all teary. I knew he cried at pretty much anything, but there wasn’t even the slightest reason to be tearing up now.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned for him.
“I’m sorry you had to go through this.”
I was angry at him for putting so much guilt on himself.
“You’re not supposed to be sorry!” I yelled.
“Why not?” He countered.
“Because then if I get mad it you, I’ll feel all guilty because you’re all sad…” I joked.
He smiled a little in response, which was kind of good.