C118 What is bothering?

Ezekiel arrived right when he said he would and took me to the hospital.

I noticed how excited he seemed, but something about him felt… off. Like his mind was somewhere else.

On the way back, I turned to him and asked, “Ezekiel?”

“Yes?” He replied, eyes on the road.

“I think something’s bothering you. You can talk to me, you know.”

The moment I said it, he suddenly hit the brakes.

Hard