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[gluttoning]

No? I don't know.

It's why I wanted to talk.

[weaseled]

[It's Yael's own damn fault for expecting this one to read between the lines...............]

Are you thinking that it isn't so bad being trapped here?

[gluttoning]

[Can't teach a rock how to speak Italian, Yael, its ok.]

Of course it's bad. We don't know what's gonna happen to us.

[weaseled]

We don't, but you don't know what's going to happen to you in the real world either.

You suffered a career-ending injury. At least you've got two intact legs here, right?

[gluttoning]

[Another long pause.]

I'm scared to talk to anyone.

It's easier here.

[weaseled]

Trauma will do that to you.

The feeling will pass eventually, if you let it.

[That "if" is very much up to Barrett.]

[gluttoning]

Did you?

[weaseled]

Some of it. Not all of it.

Believe me when I say you're a stronger person than me. Whatever you're going through right now is something you can overcome.

You've got family. Friends. A support group. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for them.

[gluttoning]

I don't feel strong.

The way everyone looked at me in the hospital and how they look at me here just

[Type delete type delete.... eventually he just leaves it. He doesn't know hot to voice how small he feels under the pity and sorrow that comes underneath people that he knows love him.]

I feel like I let too many people down. By getting hurt. And I can't do anything for them now. Or me.

I hate it.