Chapter Thirteen

Rosaleen, Aiden — Present Day, 25 years old.


Rosaleen let her mind wander as the nurse changed her bandages. When the nurse was done, Rosaleen looked at her and smiled.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes?”

“Do you know when I will be able to go back home?”

The nurse tilted her head and sighed.

“I’m sorry sweetie. But this might take a little more time for you to be ready to go home.”

Rosaleen took a deep breath and nodded. She looked away, hiding the single tear rolling down her cheek. The nurse gently squeezed her shoulder and left. Aiden entered the room not long after her departure.

“Well.”

Rosaleen turned to look at him.

“You look awful.”

Rosaleen rolled her eyes.

“Want to go for a walk?”

Rosaleen nodded.

“Yeah, please.”


Aiden pushed Rosaleen’s wheelchair. They made their way through the hospital’s garden in silence, stopping once they found an empty bench. Aiden put Rosaleen facing the bench and sat on it.

“Listen, Aiden, I’m sorry—"

Aiden shook his head and took a deep breath.

“I have been patient with you. Waiting for you to heal. And I know that you still have more healing to do, mentally and physically. But I need explanation, here. You can’t just… leave all of this hanging.”

Rosaleen looked away.

“Before you came to our school, I was friend with Lucas.”

She looked at Aiden and took a deep breath.

“When I first got to this school, my dad’s politics caused some trouble for me. We were young at that time, but parents talked, and children usually listen, so the kids would start to bully me on what they could grasp of their parents’ conversations. Lucas defend