“I just don’t want to talk about it!”
“Don’t be a stuck-up moron. Get it all out, man. You’ll feel better.”
“Matt, please I just want to forget about it. I feel foolish enough already. I just can’t…”
“Hey, buddy! It’s me you’re talking to. Your pal…your chum…your wingman! Give it to me – no matter how silly it is. It’s been over ten days since your accident, man! You’ve got to speak about it sooner or later. And trust me, no matter how cute that nurse is - you just can’t stay in the room locked up for the rest of your life!"
I played with the idea of turning round and look whom he was pointing at out out curiousity, but just didn't feel like it.
“Now stick it out, I am dying to hear what happened. Well everyone else is too, so to speak. I know half it, but I just can't wait to to hear it in Technicolor straight from the horse’s mouth!”
I closed my eyes. The night came back to me. And I began my story…
TO BE CONTINUED.
2 COMMENTS:
Not only Matt, me dyin too.. to hear wat happenened!!
inna suspense..?? :(
c'mon now..
Ruk, Ruk, Ruk... are baba ruk!
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