Chapter 41

What would normally be a calm, cozy and lovely night to get together, was feeling like an accident waiting to happen. Oliver had thought about a lot of things, but not about what effects being on the bridge would bring for him. It was his first time returning after the accident and while he sat in his car, staring at the road, it was slowly becoming apparent that it might have been a little too soon. 

While his wounds were healing up nicely and speedily, his scars weren't; nightmares about the truck ramming hard into him had been on a loop since he left the hospital. He had to go through nights, binging on drugs which were meant to help relax his nerves and permit him pleasant night rests but they didn't seem to be working accordingly. 

"Should I have picked someplace else?" he asked himself. "Is this the right place to be?"