-Petra

Jesse was still staring at me, as if he was unsure where I came from. 

I felt sore. Tired. But alive.

  "When did you-" Jesse started to say when I took his hand again, "I'm sorry." 

  He looked at me sadly and nodded. "It's okay. I just-" he stopped and smiled. "We shouldn't waste our time with apologies, Jesse, if we did that every time, we wouldn't have time to be friends."

"Petra." he said just as I flinched. My arm was hurting and so was my foot. 

"I'll get the doctor." he said but I grabbed his arm. 

"Hurry... okay?" 

-End