Sara walked in with a stack of papers half-a-mile high,
"Greg, do me a favour, and sort through…"
She caught my worried eye, and said,
"What the matter Nicky?"
I immediately looked away from her.
"Nothing's the matter Sara….Why would anything be the matter? Nothing's the matter…
I can handle any, and everything…So nothing can be…the…matter…"
I was so close to cracking..I couldn't take this too much more.
She sat down next to me, and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Nicky, what's the matter?"
"I told you Sara, nothing's wrong.. Why would anything be wrong?"
She got a strange look on her face….
I sighed
"How did you know something's wrong?"
"A couple things. First off, you normally don't just sit in the break room,
Looking like your about to cry, and you also look depressed…So..
What's up Nicky?"
I let out another long sigh…Sara could tell I didn't want to tell her, But I knew I should…. But maybe I shouldn't tell her, maybe it would Make her change her opinion of me for the worse… But I can't seem To handle it alone..
I looked at her rather pleadingly. I wanted her to know, but I didn't want to tell her..
"Wild guess Nicky, it's the girl in the hospital isn't it?"
I nodded.
A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye before I could stop it, and Ran down my nose.
"And you feel like, if she dies, that it'll be your fault, because you couldn't get Her there in time, and that you'd be responsible, and such like that, right?"
I nodded again.
"You haven't been there to visit her since you left her in the hospital, have you..?"
I shook my head.
"Come on Nicky, we have some time left on break, let's go"