Chapter 0180 +25 BONUS One thing was for certain, though: having their Luna come to visit seemed to be the highlight of the day. By the time the kids all caught on to the fact that I was there, I was practically swarmed with small hands and homemade cards and requests to play games.
Throughout the day, however, I noticed one boy who didnât join in with the others. He was sitting by the window in a wheelchair, just staring up into the sky. At first, I thought that maybe he was sleeping or maybe even catatonic, but when I caught him looking over every so often, I realized that that didnât seem to be the case.
âWho is that boy?â I asked the nurse, curious.
The nurse sighed. âThatâs Tom.â
âIs he sick, or..?â
âHeâs very shy,â the nurse replied softly. âDoesnât like hanging out with the others. Barely talks in group therapy. Weâve tried everything.â
I frowned. âMay I?â
The nurse shrugged. âSure, you can try to talk to him. He might not answer, though.â
With a nod, I cautiously walked over to the boyâs wheelchair. As I drew closer, I realized he must have been about sixteen. He seemed anorexic, his legs so thin that he must have been bound to that wheelchair for most of the day.
I just stood there for a moment, following his gaze, until I realized what he was looking at: a birdâs nest in the tree by the window.
There were babies inside, and the mother had seemingly just returned with dinner âYouâre watching the birds?â I asked, The boy shot me a look but said nothing. Sighing, I sank down cross-legged onto the floor beside him. Together, we just watched the mother feed her babies until she was finished, and then she flew away again.
âSheâs always feeding them,â Tom suddenly blurted out. âBack and forth all day.â
âI wonder if she gets tired,â I replied.
Tom shot me a sidelong glance. âI doubt it. Birds are wired for that sort of thing.â
âThey still get tired, though,â I replied. Tom smirked, and I scratched my head before continuing. âDonât you want to come and play a board game with us?
For a moment, the boy stiffened-but then he glanced over at the others, grimaced, and shook his head. Nah. I donât fit in.â
âWhy not?â
He shrugged, then gestured at himself. Iâm a guy. And Iâm anorexic. Look at me.â
âSo?â I asked as I eyed the boyâs thin arms. âWhatâs that got to do with anything?â âGuys arenât supposed to be anorexic. Itâs...
weird.â
Chapter 0160 âWho told you that?â
+25 BONUS For a moment. Tom was silent. Then, turning his head, he bit out through clenched teeth, âEveryone.â
I frowned deeply. âWell, I donât think thatâs true. Plenty of guys have eating disorders, anorexia included.â
Tell that to my parents,â Tom said with a scoff. âMy anorexia was ignored until I was almost dead. No one believed me, and now look at me. And now no one wants me around while Iâm in this damn wheelchair.â
Lout a retos My lips parted to the teenagerâs poor attitude, but I stopped myself. He was right, men were often overlooked for eating disorders. And now he was in a wheelchair, feeling alienated because of his disorder, âDo you think your peers think that?â I asked, gesturing to the others. âHave they told you that they donât want you around, or have you just assumed that?â
Tom opened his mouth, but then shut it again. His eyes, a deep blue, met mine-and it was in that moment that I made a decision, With a huff, I grabbed the handles of his wheelchair and spun it around, pushing it back toward the games table.
âHey!â Tom shouted. âWhat the hell-â
âWeâre playing Monopoly,â I said, âand youâre joining in By the time I walked out of the youth center, the sky was already dark. I stifled a yawn as I said goodnight to Sophia; somehow, we had spent the entire day there. After I had pushed Tom over to the games table, I had convinced him to join in on a game of Monopoly-and before I knew it, we were three hours into the game with no end in sight.
I promised to come back, of course. How could I not?
But it was as I opened the car door, about to tell the driver to take me home, that my phone buzzed. A text from Viona illuminated the screen.
âMeet me at Crescent Pub. NOW.â