The Broken Ones || Marter

   Carter’s mother dropped him off at the hospital again, but she trusted him enough to drive home today. He hadn’t slept at all since the night at the hospital and his nausea still didn’t let up. He didn’t go to any of his classes, even though his mother pestered him about it. He didn’t bother calling Professor Dubois about taking the day off. He avoided everything. He kept his door shut and locked, laying on the floor since his bed was at their apartment.
   He walked up to the secretary and asked to see Mackenzie. She nodded, sending him to the visiting room again. His head was still pulsing from his concussion and he laid it flat against the table as he waited for Mackenzie to show up. He hoped they’d let him take her home. That’s all he wanted. He wanted to begin working on things.