[Mason]
"What's wrong with him?"
"How is he feeling now?"
"Is he awake?"
"Why did you not inform me about this sooner?"
"Why is he hurting himself so much?"
Voices drifted around me as I lay on my bed too weak to move, the pain was so much I couldn't even open my eyes.
It felt like the air I'd been breathing had been cut off and I couldn't breathe again, it felt like I'd inhaled all the air in the room and there was nothing left for me to inhale again.
I felt like my windpipe was being held and that only a tiny amount of air could pass through at a time.
"He doesn't want help."
"If she comes back now, it won't solve anything."
"He has to want her to come."
"Are you saying he was the one who asked her to stay back, why?"
"I don't know, seems like they got into a big fight?"
"O
