I Know Where To Go

Those words finally got his attention. “And how do you plan on doing that?” He turned his head to look back at me.

I didn’t answer.

“Do you have money?”

I shook my head.

“Do you have a job?”

I shook my head.

“Then how do you plan on paying for the damages you caused.”

The pretty nurse appeared in the doorway to say. “Times up sir. Visitation hours are over.”

Mr. Hardin took one more look at me. “Get some rest, Danica.”

I closed my eyes just as he walked out of my room. Finally leaving me alone.

The next morning brought a mixture of unwanted thoughts. But the biggest one was regret. Regret that I took the bike. Regret that I didn’t try to crash that bike into a tree instead of a car. Regret that I woke from this accident.

But I also woke with something else inside my head. Thoughts of him. Mr. Hardin. I wondered what he saw when his dark grey eyes stared back at me.

“Morning.” I heard a man call from my door.

I sat up to see the doctor come in with a clipboard.

“My name is Dr. Willard.