[He looks away from her, not wanting to hear it. He's felt some emotion he can't name more than he should have ever since learning of this woman's demise, and the way she tries to shove it off makes him so angry.
And it's only a drop in the water for how he feels on her behalf. He wants to sympathize with her and say he's sorry; let it go so she can take what time she needs to recover.
But he doesn't know if she can without having it thrown in her face, and it makes him sick to his stomach. One hand pulls at his hairline, but he's still trying to appear solid on the surface as his hand drops to write one more time.]
You didn't know you were dead until you were flat on your back.
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And it's only a drop in the water for how he feels on her behalf. He wants to sympathize with her and say he's sorry; let it go so she can take what time she needs to recover.
But he doesn't know if she can without having it thrown in her face, and it makes him sick to his stomach. One hand pulls at his hairline, but he's still trying to appear solid on the surface as his hand drops to write one more time.]
You didn't know you were dead until you were flat on your back.