"All he's done has just been laying around..."
"Do you think he's depressed?"
"Well his wife's left him..."
"No she didn't!" His tone let out a lot of emotion he'd clearly been keeping inside.
"You know absolutely nothing!" He hadn't meant to take out his anger on them, he knew they were only trying to help, but he'd been sick of them talking about him and his situation like he wasn't in the same room as them.
"We're only trying to help Aaron, We're..."
"You're what? Sorry... please! I'm surprised you haven't yet thrown a party." The pent-up anger accompanied by liquor courage carried on on his behalf.
"Wasn't this what you wanted all along? Huh? For her to not be in the picture anymore... well go on and celebrate!"
If he had to be honest, he wouldn't have said any of the things he was saying if it wasn't for his current state, partly because he was afraid of them, but also because he'd always respected them.
It had been a week and his wife was still barely conscious in the hospital.
