Another short chapter I'm afraid. If you don't like them, don't read it. That's all I have to say.
Back at the morgue, Woody sat in front of Garret uncomfortably. Garret stared at him with a stern look, before saying, "What the hell were you thinking, Woody?" Woody looked up at him and shrugged his shoulders. He felt like a little boy being scolded by his father.
"I have no idea, Garret." He said quietly. Garret continued to stare at him.
"Well, why don't you get an idea."
Woody opened his mouth to talk, but Garret continued talking.
"You knew what that would do to her. You knew what she's been through, yet you proceeded to say that. Woody, this is the last time that you'll hurt her, or so help me god, I will hurt you."
Woody sat for a minute, full of shame. They sat in silence until Garret said suddenly,
"Get Out." Woody stood up, and walked out of Garret's office. He walked down the hall, everyone staring at him. Bug, Nigel, and everyone else in the morgue. Woody felt as if he were walking down death row. He didn't even bother to look at their faces, though if he would've, he'd have seen every face, full of hatred for him. Of course their anger was only temporary, but it was still disheartening. Woody kept walking at a sort of quick stride. Just in between sprinting and walking like hell to get out of there. He soon watched the elevator doors close in front of him, and he let out a huge breath. He still felt horrible. He would feel horrible until he could make it up to her. If that was possible. Was it possible to make up for a hurting heart?
I LOVE WHEN WOODY GETS A STERN TALKING TO!