The Doorstep Diaries, Day 14

He wants to live. That's what he told her.

Brother.

He held her hand gently, a solitary tear crept in her eye when he said it. She sat on the edge of the bed. He was stoic. I think he might have said it to get some nookie. He had to know she would cry. He could be a virgin. I can never tell. He looks like a virgin.

He's lucky the car hit him. No broken leg, no tests. No tests, no tumor. It's funny how things like that happen. Serendipitous. Maybe lucky isn't the right word. Serendipitous though. Should help his sex life in the short term at least. Maybe lucky. Not today though.

Wants to live.

He knows. She knows. I know.

It's natural, I guess. Just cliché. He must be a virgin. I can't help but root for him.

Split pea soup at the cafeteria today.

Mushy.