Of course, he took some time from school as a bereavement. Even after being released from the hospital, he was still to stay in bed as he had healing ribs, a fractured cheek bone, and a body still mostly in recovery.
"Want anythin' to eat?"
The question came from Binna, who stood in the doorway to his room.
From the first day his sister tragically left, Binna was there–ready to be there for him.
Binna was always like a member of the family. A second sister. I was sorry at that time, but…I appreciated it a lot, he thought.
He slowly shook his head, laying in his bed silently.
Binna looked at him for a minute then turned away back down the hall.
Most days went like that. I just sat there in bed, bein' sorry for myself day-and-night. For some reason, I managed to hold it all in fairly well–I did my best not to shed tears in front of the doctors or at the funeral, but…when I walked in front of the mirror that one day, he thought.