I rushed out of the hospital in tears.
Hot tears for that matter.
I couldn't help it. What he said really hit me. What exactly did he take me for?
He spoke as if he was actually doing me a favor and that really irked me.
I was angry at both him and me. I was angry at him for treating me this way, and I was angry at myself for letting him treat me this way.
No Alex. This isn't your fault. It just turns out to be he is a real jerk.
I hail a taxi and get in as quick as possible. I was in tears through out on my way home and the taxi driver was giving me pity glances.
He picked me up in front of a hospital. He probably thinks I lost someone.
Well, I did lose someone.
Someone very important me. Or so I thought.
I could imagine if the hurt came from a stranger and all, but from someone who I trusted and regarded so high, that was just the peak of it.