days passed and Bonnie had visited me after school in the hospital
i was staying for three days
and then put on bed rest due to some shit about
the cut being really close to my ribcage.

"you're an idiot,"
she'd said for the third time as i spun around
in the wheelchair they'd put me in.

claire didn't look happy as she sat beside Bonnie,
staring at her feet with a bear that she'd bought me
clutched in her arms. she kept glancing at Bonnie as if she were scared.

"claire, babe
are you okay?"
to which she responded with a nod as Bonnie laughed,
holding up the bear.

"you still play with teddy bears?"
and then claire was gone, the bear thrown on my bed as she
excused herself to use the bathroom.