Journal Five

I remember we weren't allowed to be around the infirmary during the next few days. Although we weren't allowed near there i still heard rumors about what happened. "Eventually a fact emerged;it was one of his legs, which had been "shattered". I didn't know how to react to the situation it was like i was almost numb. I was right behind him when it happened i mean i was his room mate. His injury on the most part seemed deeper than anything that had happened during my years there. No one was even suspicious of me, no one even asked. Its like they already knew. I would have tried to defend myself but no one even accused me. I tried to spend as much time alone in our room as i could. It just wasn't the same without him there with me. "I put on his cordovan shoes, his pants, and i looked for and finally found his pick shirt". I didn't even know what i was doing, i was lost in my own mind. I didn't  know why? Was it guilt? or something else? I just dont know. I want him to heal i felt so lost without him. I just needed my friend back and i couldn't wait till he could walk again.