Twenty Seven

The words that kept going back and forth in my mind were what happened? The man who called did not say what the reason was, just that I needed to be there.

I am expecting Zach in a critical condition and was lying in an ICU bed. I was walking hastily to the room where Zach was told by the nurse at the counter with my pounding heart and clammy hand. I knocked on the door, and I heard Zach's voice.

"Cairen? Is that you?" he asked, making sure it was me.

"It's me, Zach," I answered.

"Good you are here," he said with relief, and I opened the door. I saw him sitting on the bed, eating an orange with his left leg in a plaster cast and some bruises on his face and arms.

"What happened?" I closed the door and looked around the room and settled on his broken leg.

"Accident happened," he simply said as though it was a normal circumstance for him. He ate three pieces of orange. "Want some? Carter gave me some fruits, even Keron and Salver.”

I stepped closer to him and moved his broken leg. He cur