"Screw you, screw your pity and GET OUT," Woody told her harshly, as he lay in his hospital bed, having no feeling in his legs.
"Woody," she began.
"GET OUT," he roared at her.
He noticed the deep pain and hurt that was filling her eyes before she turned to leave. At the door, she looked back at him, a stray lock of hair covering her eye.
"GO," he stated once more.
And as he requested she left, the tears she was desperately trying to contain flowing down her cheeks.