Wong Ha Jung
He waited for a little while until the soft sounds of Jacob's snoring filled the room. Relief washed over him first, then sympathy. When he wakes up, Wong Ha Jung thought, I'll be better. Less moping and feeling down on himself. If he could do that, then things would stop seeming so bad. But it still sounded flat in his head and the more and more he thought about it, the more he just didn't want to move. It would be okay to stay down there for just a while longer, right?
But even as he tried to justify it, he was fumbling around in an effort to get up. It was as hard as he had expected, with his legs giving protest as he moved them. Pulling himself back into the wheelchair, he heaved a sigh and glanced at the cans of beer on his desk with wistful consideration. Maybe I just should have gone that way instead. Because landing himself back into the hospital was far superior to being embarrassed for just a little span of time. Really. No.
Shaking the cans lightly, he found that all of the ones that had been opened were now empty so he placed them in the trash can. With Jacob asleep on the couch, he couldn't in good conscience leave. Slowly, he returned to the work he had abandoned before Jacob's arrival, with his mind mostly blanking out.
He waited for a little while until the soft sounds of Jacob's snoring filled the room. Relief washed over him first, then sympathy. When he wakes up, Wong Ha Jung thought, I'll be better. Less moping and feeling down on himself. If he could do that, then things would stop seeming so bad. But it still sounded flat in his head and the more and more he thought about it, the more he just didn't want to move. It would be okay to stay down there for just a while longer, right?
But even as he tried to justify it, he was fumbling around in an effort to get up. It was as hard as he had expected, with his legs giving protest as he moved them. Pulling himself back into the wheelchair, he heaved a sigh and glanced at the cans of beer on his desk with wistful consideration. Maybe I just should have gone that way instead. Because landing himself back into the hospital was far superior to being embarrassed for just a little span of time. Really. No.
Shaking the cans lightly, he found that all of the ones that had been opened were now empty so he placed them in the trash can. With Jacob asleep on the couch, he couldn't in good conscience leave. Slowly, he returned to the work he had abandoned before Jacob's arrival, with his mind mostly blanking out.