Indie pokes at the rubbery lettuce they served at lunch. Even I think it's gross, but I know I should eat it because I don't have lunch, and I don't want to crash.
"Hey boss man?" I say.
"What?" Indie replies, almost upset.
"Maybe you should eat." I say. "You don't want to crash."
"Don't tell me what to do, Metal." Indie says. "But you're right." He takes a bite, his face fades about a half-shade, and he gags. Nonetheless, he eats it rather quickly, probably just getting it over with.
"I'm finished." Indie says, pushing his empty tray to the trash. "I'm checking on him." He stands and leaves, and I make sure he can't see me before hypocritically throwing my half-finished 'food' into the garbage.
I walk up to Indie 2's room, to find Indie standing there, and Indie 2 sleeping. I lean against the doorway silently, not alerting them to my presence. Indie 2 looks so helpless,two casts and a tube inserted in his one good arm. My face grows hot, and I can picture it turning red with guilt and embarrassment.
"I don't wanna be hipster." Indie 2 murmurs, causing my boss to look at him directly, and lean closer. He turns his ear to him as he speaks again. "But...don't...fire...me..." His words are spaced out and muttered, but I get the message, and apparently so does Indie. He takes a deep breath, looking at the floor.
"Gonna hate him now?" I ask. Indie turns around and sees me.
"It's not your business." Indie says.
"Yes it is." I say. Indie leans over and gently wakes Indie 2.
"What is it?" Indie 2 says, the bitterness he gained from hanging with Indie absent. He clears his throat, and the arrogance returns as he repeats himself; "What?"
"Shut up Intern 2." Indie says, causing a look of deep confusion on the fragile patient's face. "I heard you murmuring in your sleep. You don't want this to be your style?" Indie 2's eyebrows point upwards in apology as he shakes his head.
"I'm sorry." Indie 2 says.
"That's fine, as long as you shut up, Intern 2." Indie says, not even smiling with his lighter tone of voice. Intern 2 smiles slightly, though.
"Rats?" Intern 2 winces as he speaks.
"Only because of what this idiot did," Indie says, pointing at me. "I'll let you pass this time. I'm using the restroom." He walks out of the room, leaving me alone with the guy I injured.
"Well, I guess this is the point at which I apologize." I bite my lip, not used to doing this. I open my mouth to say sorry, but Intern 2 laughs.
"It's fine." He says. "You don't have to say anything. Do you forget, I've been shot twice." I laugh, and let him sleep.
A/N: I wrote this at 1 in the morning...Review please! :)