Keep Your Smile
Chapter Five, part three
“Right,” I muttered and looked away at the tiled floor.
After a while of silence, Evan sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s… fine,” I shrugged, my eyes still fixated on the tile.
Just then, a nurse walked in with a tray of food. “Eat up,” she smiled wide and rested it above me. My lip curled up at the sight of green Jell-O, a bologna sandwich that seemed to be smothered in mayonnaise on white bread, and two-percent milk. “It’s not a restaurant,” she mumbled bluntly.
“Uh-huh.” I stared at the Jell-O, poked it, and watched it jiggle.
“You know, my mom told me not to play with my food,” Evan pointed out walking towards me. “Ha-ha,” I muttered, looking down at the tiled floor once more.
“Look…” he began, rubbing the back of his neck again. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine… you didn’t know…” I stated, still avoiding eye contact. “Want a bologna sandwich? I’m not gonna eat it.”
He laughed and replied, “Surprisingly, yes. You want the milk?”
“Ew.”
“Take that as a no,” he said, grabbing the tray.
“Hey! I didn’t say I didn’t want the JELL-O!”
He licked the top of the Jell-O and grinned triumphantly. “Do you now?”
“…Wow…” After Evan ate all my hospital food, I turned the channel to a soap opera. Some man who was shot got back up and punched the person who shot him. Odd…
“Do you actually like this crap?”
“No,” I told him. “But it’s the only thing on.”
“Huh,” he shrugged, setting the tray on the side table. “So, Shay…”
“So, Evan,” I responded, looking at him. He was an awkward-looking kid. He was too tall—probably six seven or something—and kind of thin. He had green-ish eyes and short, messy dirty-blonde hair. Evan had tan skin, and his teeth weren’t perfectly straight, but close to it. He wore surfer-boy clothes and had an eyebrow piercing.
“What do you think you’re gonna do when you’re out?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even know how I’ll pay the hospital bill.”
He just nodded. “I overheard them say you were staying for tonight, and if you can’t pay, well, you have to leave…”
“Great. That’ll give me another chance to...” My voice trailed off; why would I tell him that? “Shay…” The way he said my name reminded me of Adam. I cringed. “Are you okay?” He actually sounded… concerned.
“What? I’m fine.”
He looked at me, “Please, don’t.”
“Why does it matter to you? You hardly even know me.”
“Because everyone’s life matters.”
“What are you, a hippie?” “No. A normal person.”
Whatever… “Just… go.”
“What did I do?”
“I just want to be alone. Just go.”
“You really make no sense.” He shrugged, played with his brow ring, and trudged out of the room. I rested my head on the hard pillow. I almost forgot about my trash bag with all of my stuff and money. I guessed in mud, waterlogged.
I had no clothes, no job, no school, no friends, no family, and definitely no money. I was screwed over, and it was like death cheated me.
List of Contents
Chapter One, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3072345
Chapter One, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3073247
Chapter One, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3074223
Chapter One, pt. 4: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3076851
Chapter Two, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083619
Chapter Two, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083858
Chapter Two, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3084321
Chapter Three, pt. 1:http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3092882
Chapter Three, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3093017
Chapter Three, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3094131
Chapter Four, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3097760
Chapter Four, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3099583
Chapter Five, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3102290
Chapter Five, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3109920