I gritted my teeth as I watched the tears stream down his face. I hadn’t shed a tear since waking in that hospital bed. So why was he crying? “Ray, what the fuck? You’re moving!” “I was thirsty.” He didn’t move for the plate, the squished potatoes, or the meatloaf. “Y-you...picked it up.” “I just learned how to use my hand again,” I said. “Don’t make me use it to flip you off.”
