A week later,

My wound had healed up though not fully, the stitches were removed but were still neatly dressed in cotton wool and plaster while my therapist said I've climbed some stones on the state of my depression, I was improving impressively so I can start going out.

I was happy that I could get my feet back to school even though I tried to fight off the nervousness and anxiousness beginning to creep into me.

"Hey, you'll be fine," I heard Lucas say as he placed his hand on top of mine.

We ...