Jack’s head snapped over to the right, where the leader of the group therapy session (whose name currently escaped him) had just called his name.
“Yeah?” he asked monotonously, realizing that he’d probably missed his turn in this round of “sharing”.
This was Jack’s fifth or sixth meeting, and so was the fifth or sixth time he’d wheeled his chair into the circle that met every Wednesday night in a too-brightly lit room at the clinic. Every week the leader would have each patient in turn tell about their lives, their disabilities, and how they were feeling. Which was awful, by the way. Always awful. And it wasn’t often that they got a new face, so everyone’s lives were drilled into each other’s minds, even though it was obvious that pretty much no one cared about anyone else. Except the group that sat up by the leader, of course. The clio who sat there were so positive and happy Jackson wanted to feed them through a woodchipper. It was too bad too, because one of the men in that section was pretty attractive.
“It’s your turn,” the leader prompted with a goofy grin. Jackson started blankly at him. The man had lost an arm at the age of 14 in an accident that cost his friend his life. The smile was maddening. And he was always so eager to hear the stories everyone told (some in way too much detail) even though he heard the same ones every damn week.
“Of course,” he said with a sarcastic smile, not bothering to keep the patronizing tone out of his voice. “Jackson Levis, 21, lost the ability to walk a few months ago during a freak accident. I’m doing just swell.”
He let his head fall to the side, looking to the guy who sat to his left. “Your turn, dude,” he told him, once he noticed the vacant expression in his eyes. Blind. The poor bastard. He definitely wasn’t a regular--Jackson had never seen him before.
“Wait! Jackson, don’t you have anything else to share?” leader douche asked.
“Nope.”
“Mm, well, alright,” the man responded, obviously unhappy with the lack of effort on Jack’s part. “Then I’d like to introduce Overloridian Sterling to you all,” he said, gesturing to the blind guy.
Well, fuck. Jackson had been sitting next to his overloridian and he didn’t even know it. Interesting.