The next morning they released Sylvia. She had stitches still visible on her porcelain skin. I ran up and hugged her, making her lose her balance. I quickly pull her up into my arms and carry her to the trailer. When we get there the boys are chilling on the couch talking, Ryan was making lunch.

"Whatcha make," I ask looking over Ryan's shoulder.

"Food, now go set her down before you drop her," Ryan says pointing his greasy spatula at me.

Ah, so today's great meal, la hamburgers.

I set Sylvia down on the couch next to Frank and she looks up at me dazed and confused.  I give Ryan Sylvia's medicine for him to lock up, and take two plates. I sit next to Sylvia and hand her a plate.  I munch on my hamburger aggressively. I was hungry.

After a few minutes I glance at Sylvia, she hadn't eaten yet. "Hey, you umm.. you gonna-,"

I get cut off by Sylvia muttering, "I'm not hungry." She gets up and stumbles towards the bunks. I look down at her plate now in my hands, and stack it on my now empty one. I quickly eat hers and then go to check on her. I find her curled up on my bed  cuddling a teddy bear. Awww, so cute.