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“We should be done soon.” At worst, Dahlia needs surgery, although I doubt her injury is anything a cast can’t fix.
“Thank God you were there to help her,” her mom says.
My fingers dig into my thighs. Thing is, Ishouldhave been there earlier so this never happened in the first place.
My phone buzzes repeatedly from our family group chat checking in on Dahlia. It hasn’t stopped since I told them about her hospital visit, although Dahlia has remained silent until now.
LILY
How’s it going?
S.S.
Never been better.
Dahlia attaches a photo of her broken arm that makes my stomach churn.
ROSA
Dahlia!
LILY
Add a content warning next time, freak.
She adds three green-faced emojis after.
MAMI
How are you texting right now?
S.S.
One-handed.
LILY
The talent.
S.S.
More like boredom.
RAFA
Nico wants to know if he can draw something on your cast this Sunday.
S.S.
Sure.
The night goes by painstakingly slow as I wait for Dahlia, giving me plenty of time to mull over my selfish decision to leave her all alone.
I told myself a hundred different times that I don’t care about Dahlia—that any romantic feelings I had toward her died long ago—yet here I am, making myself sick over how she got hurt because of me.
Truth is, Idocare about Dahlia, regardless of whether I want to or not.
Caring about someone isn’t the end of the world, I tell myself.
