"Calm your tits." I laugh.
"You are—"
"Agood frienddriving you to the hospital."I pat him on the thigh. Truth is, I feel like a shitty friend right now.
Heslowlyglances down at my hand on his leg, his eyebrows pulling together as though he's staring at a riddle hecan't quite fathom. "This is a waste of time. Can't do anything for broken ribs," he mumbles, turning his gaze out the window.
"Well, aren't you just the ray of fucking sunshine?"
He sighs and swipes a hand down his face. "Hope, I'm not in the mood."
I jerk the wheel, swerving the car to the side of the road. Hefallsagainstthe door andhisses."When are you going to be in the mood, Finn? No one's heard shit from you in months, not since..."I swallow, my heart pounding in my chest because the words came out of my mouth before I fully processedthem. And now, we sit in silence.
After a few minutes, he reaches for the door handle. "Let me out." The air in the car grows thick withtension, only now, the angerhas beenreplaced with this sobering sense of grief so strong I want to throw my arms around him.
"Finn..."I whisper.
"Please," he says, his voice devoid of anything.
I gnaw on my bottomlip."I'll take you home."I startthe caragainbefore he can say anything and pull a U-turn across the road. When Istopoutside his buildingwe both sitin silence for a second before I press the button for the locks.He opens the door and gets out without a word.Hewalks,stoopedover,towardthe front of his buildingand disappearsthrough the door. We used to be friends. How did I miss the fact that he's become so lost? Perhaps because I'm surrounded by lost peoplewho areall just trying to survivetheshit-showof losingsomeonetheyloved.
