Scene paces and I just stare at the wall of the waiting room. Hip Hop, Idol, and Indie are talking, and Dubstep taps his foot on the ground, Techno sitting next to him.
The guilt grows, especially as Scene tosses me another killing-Nyan-cat look. And she has a right to. What the f*ck was I thinking? Why would I do that? And why would him saying that kill me so much?
"Bum dzz." Dubstep mutters to me. I look at Techno for a translation, but she avoids my look.
Idol turns angrily to me. "Why in the name of twitter would you do that?" Her eyebrows, knit in anger, raise slightly as she speaks, showing her constant wonder, even in choler. Her furious pupils brighten in curiosity.
"I don't know, okay!" I say, louder than you should ever speak in a hospital. "I don't know why it got me so upset." Idol's expression lightens a little, and she silently points behind me.
I turn around to see the last person I want to right now: Tina. I pull her into a separate hall, and talk to her.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"Indie called me." She says shortly.
"Where's Rayna?" I ask, wondering why she isn't popping around corners.
"At school." She begins walking back to the others. "If you'd pay more attention, you'd know that." I follow her back.
A doctor comes into the waiting room.
"Group for, 'Melvin Munson'?" He says. We shake our heads, until Indie speaks up.
"That's us." Indie says. He murmurs to Idol, standing next to him; "Employee file."
"So Melvin has a broken rib," The doctor replies. "Some internal damage, and a fractured arm." Scene puts a hand on her mouth, and Idol puts a hand on her heart in shock. Dubstep and Hip Hop turn to me, fierce looks on their faces. "Now he'll need a night, so if you want you can come in the morning, but not sooner."
We all leave, and no one speaks to me. I drive away alone. The worst thing about all this is that there is no possible way I can make it right.