I woke up in the bedroom underneath the covers. I opened my eyes and took the towel off my head. I had a massive headache. I closed my eyes again and when I opened them, Graham was sitting on the end of the bed. I pulled my hand out from under the covers and looked at my wrist. It was wrapped in an ace bandage.
Graham was just sitting on the end of the bed, staring off into space. I slipped my hand back under the covers. Graham heard to sheets rustle. He looked at me, but didn’t say anything. He just shook his head and got up. He went over to the window and put his hands on the ledge.
“What happened?” I asked. I was pretty sure I knew what happened. I was dizzy enough that I fell and must have knocked myself out.
“What happened?? Kersey, you cut yourself. And it wasn’t an accident. You cut yourself, blood was everywhere, even the blood from your head. You fell into the bathtub. That’s how you cut your head. You promised me you wouldn’t do this again Kersey.” He said. Now it was my turn to be silent. I said nothing. I touched my head. I hadn’t even realized I had cut my head.
“I’m sorry.” I said without even realizing it. “It’s a bad habit you can’t break. You know, you went through it too, Graham. Bear with me. I’m trying.” I said, tears welling up in the back of my eyes.
“I know Kersey. I’m sorry, but you can’t do shit like that anymore. You scared me to death. I heard you fall and when I saw you covered in blood in the bathroom, that’s not something you see and pass over. I was worried.” He yelled.