Journal 5

After the accident with Finny, no one was allowed to go near the infirmary. There were many rumors going around about what happened to Finny's leg. Then the actual diagnosis came out: a shattered leg. Not sprained, not broken, not fractured, completley shattered. People came up asking me about Finny, but I knew just as much as they did. But from what I know, I was the only one who knew that I caused the accident. I had no idea if Finny knew it happened because of me. I couldn't stand hearing about it anymore, so I quarantined myself in our room. All I did was try to get rid of all the thoughts I had, to forget where I was, and even who I was. It felt almost as if I was the one who fell and shattered their leg. One day I was walking by the chapel and the doctor yelled to me that Finny was better. The doctor told me I could go and visit him and I asked if "I'll upset him" and he explained that I probably wouldn't and that the break wasn't the cleanest he's seen. not doneeeee