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"I know… you don't have to apologize- or even explain. I just…" Melissa sighed weakly, dropping her arm down on the table and hiding her face. "It's all I can think about… I feel awful."
"I know… you don't have to apologize- or even explain. I just…" Melissa sighed weakly, dropping her arm down on the table and hiding her face. "It's all I can think about… I feel awful."
Lucas sighed as well. "I really don't want you to feel bad about it, Mel… it really isn't your fault at all, I promise."
Melissa flicked her gaze up to him, giving him a soft look. "You're not mad at me, or upset with me, are you? You can tell me the truth." She whispered, running her thumb over his hand.
"I'm not upset with you. I'm upset that you're upset because I love you, but I'm not mad at you. I don't blame you for this."
Melissa nodded softly, lacing their fingers together when he said he loved her. "I should have come to check on you… I had a bad feeling all day…" She mumbled to herself.
Lucas shrugged a bit. "I haven't done much since I got here. There's lots of cameras. Every time I try to hurt myself, they come in and stop me pretty quick."
"That's… that's good at least." Melissa mumbled, half of her face still buried under her one arm. "Is that an often thing?" She asked softly, assuming the answer was yes.
Lucas shrugged again. "It was at first… not quite as much now. There's not really anything sharp in my room, but um… you know that hasn't exactly stopped me before."
Melissa nodded a little, not seeming as bugged by it as usual. "Have they gone over what you're allowed to have with you? Speaking of not having sharp things."
"If they have, I wasn't clear enough in the mind to hear them or remember. I think I'm allowed paper and pencils as long as they aren't too sharp, though."
Melissa nodded softly again, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Right… I'll have to bring your sketch book the next time I visit." She mumbled a little, looking up at him.
Lucas nodded as well, glancing down at his and Melissa's hands. "There's not a ton to do here, to be honest…"
Melissa sighed weakly, using her other hand to hold onto his. "I almost brought it today… now I'm wishing I had…"
"Mm… when's the next time you can visit?" Lucas asked softly as he looked up at Melissa. "Probably soon, right?"
"Umm… I think so? A week or two, maybe?" Melissa mumbled, kissing the top of his hand. "I honestly don't know. I was kinda surprised today, dad just said we were going. So I don't exactly know much."
Lucas sighed and tapped one foot on the ground anxiously. "There's no way that you can come any sooner?"
"I really don't know, Lu…" Melissa whispered, tracing circles into the top of his hand. "Work and school has me swamped; I couldn't come during weekdays. So even if I could come sooner, it'd have to be the weekend of next week."
Lucas sighed again and nodded, running his fingers through his hair. "U-Um… alright…" He replied weakly.
"I'm sorry- I really wish I could come sooner." Melissa told him weakly, lacing their fingers together once again.
"I know, I know…" Lucas gripped Melissa with his good hand. He hadn't gotten the chance to do much physical therapy yet.
Melissa sat it silence, just taking in the little time she had with him. It felt so good to hold his hand, and quite honestly, she wasn't ready to let go.
"I miss you…" Lucas whispered weakly, training his eyes down onto the table. "It's really lonely here, Mel…"
Melissa looked up at him, studying his face in silence. "I-I miss you, too… things honestly suck, right now." She muttered, sighing softly.
Lucas nodded a bit and closed his eyes. As he expected, pretty soon after he arrived he started looking and feeling like he'd given up.
Melissa had her chin resting on the table, a tired and pained look on her face. "I want you to come home…"
"I wanna come home too, but I can't… this place is supposed to help me get better or something." Lucas sighed.
"Yeah- but you're not any better. If anything, you're worse." Melissa whispered, knowing she was being selfish about this. "They haven't even started therapy with you."
"W-Well, that's not entirely their fault… like I said, I haven't spoken since I got here. They're just trying to keep me on pain meds until I'm ready to talk…"
“I- yeah…” Melissa mumbled, sighing softly. “I’m sorry for being whiny, I just- I really hate seeing you like this.”
"I know, Mel…" Lucas sighed, keeping his eyes closed. "I might try to talk to them today… I dunno…"
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