Volume 2, Chapter 10: Educating Children

He raised an eyebrow mockingly at me, clearly not believing a word.

I was pissed off—or maybe it was just frustrated embarrassment—either way, I couldn't stand that slightly disdainful look of his. So I purposefully wheeled around, trying to covertly knock down one of his crutches again. That way he'd have to struggle to keep his balance and wouldn't harass me about my real educational background.

But I'm terrible at lying; even if I could keep a calm face, my heart was in chaos, and it showed in my sloppy handling. The specifics are a mess, and I can't describe it well. Anyway, his crutches went flying, and then he fell on top of me. After that, my wheelchair toppled over, and next thing I knew, I was rolling out of it with him on top of me. And then we kept rolling, rolling. Last time it was in a hospital ward, this time on a public street.