Didn't even know what he was talking about he was just going on and on. He was sitting in front of me holding orange just against my lips. All I wanted to do was sleep.
When he said what he did about Dean I couldn't stop myself. My good arm was all bandaged up buy my other hand wasn't as bad off. I slapped him as hard as I could across the face. One single tear was skating down my cheek. I said as ferociously as possible, "Call me what you want. But don't ever fucking say that I quit or his name again."
With that I grabbed the orange juice bottle and took three swallows from it before handing it back to him and leaning against the couch once again.