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"Hey Newt." A voice calls from the door.

I tur to face the voice. "Hey Marcus."

I watch as Marcus walks over to me – his orange hair bobbing slightly. Pulling a chair beside my recovery bed. He looks at me sadly.

"" Why?" Marcus asks, his emerald eyes downcast.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

As I say this, I can see the pain wash over Marcus's face. Because that's what he said when he blacked out.

"How long?" Marcus asks.

"I don't know." I look over at Marcus.

"Come one Greenbean."

"Since I got here, everything was so empty."

"That's how everyone felt."

"No it... it was like and emptiness that wouldn't fill."

"That's not something to... That's not right Greenbean."

''I'm sorry.

'Stop."

"Stop what?"
"Apologizing. It only makes it worse."

"Okay."

Marcus looks at my right leg which I wrapped up in bandages. After a few minutes, Marcus stands up and walks over to the door.

"I have to go work on the gardens."

"Okay."

"See you Greenbean."

"Bye."