Feed Him

Eliot didn't say anything but took a deep breath.

It was no more than a week since he became conscious again, realized that his leg might have sequelae, and saw the news of Maury's death on TV during rehabilitation. However, those fragments seemed to take roots in his mind and lingered on.

He could picture Emily kneeling there and people in black coming and going with chrysanthemums in their hands.

Eliot felt extremely guilty for not being there with her when she was faced with this situation. If he hadn't got injured, he was supposed to deal with everything for her.

However, all he could do was lie on the hospital bed because of his fucking legs! He cursed his legs. On the other hand, he prayed for his legs to enable him to stand up again.

He felt like a failure. After leaving the Britt family, he was like a stray dog living on Emily's charity and Sydnee's care. Even the doctors who came to treat him were sent by Emily.