The hospital smelt disgusting. A smell consisting of a mix between death and medication. Gloom seemed to hang around, uninvited. I'd finally decided to go and visit JD on ward 8b. He'd somehow survived the shot as it narrowly missed his liver and went out into his somehow, he was fading in and out of conscience, but also hit his head off the side of the ambulance, giving him concussion. Were flowers enough to apologize? This is awkward. What would I say to him? Would I be like ' hey psychopath, I shot you? Flowers?'
I reached his ward and was trembling. What if he... Hated me. Fuck. He looked at me. Slowly I stumbled across this one the end where Martha was sitting. Of all places to be, why was Martha Dunnstock here?
"Hey guys, how are you JD?"
This was already awkward, especially with Martha there. Luckily JD had just begun to speak. But to Martha, not me.
"Martha, could you please get me some water?"
She scooted round the corner and he turned to me and smiled.
"Hi Heather."
"JD, I'm not Heather, I'm Veronica."
"Veronica?"
"Yeah!"
"I don't think I know you, are you a friend of Martha or Heather? "
Great. I thought that him hating me was bad but him not even remembering me was by far the worst punishment. I can't help but cry.