A Thing of the Past
No Peachesroddy flushed away
Perhaps I looked too frantic, or maybe it was because my appearance was rather disheveled, but the driver asked, "A family member?"
"No, just… someone from my past."
On the way to the hospital, a thousand worst-case scenarios ran through my mind. But the moment I laid eyes on Rodney, I realized none of my scenarios had accounted for this.
This was 18-year-old Rodney. Only 18-year-old Rodney could look at me with such unfiltered, burning love in his eyes.
The nurse next to him teased, "Oh look, your girlfriend's here. You wouldn't believe how loyal your boyfriend was to you when you weren't here. He absolutely refused to let any of us touch him, but his wounds are still bleeding. Quick, come