Consumed

"Can't you just be happy for me?"

"What is there to be happy about?"

"He loves me."

"He has a funny way of showing it."

"He's not always like that."

"Why are you defending him?"

"You don't know him like I do."

"Thank God for that."

"It was my fault anyway."

"How--"

They were interrupted by a nurse, carrying a tray of gauze and ointments. "It's time to change her bandages."

"I'll be back later."

"Make it after five. He'll be here until then and you know he doesn't like me talking to you."

"Okay," her friend sighed, feeling helpless.