Maisie ripped the flower petal by petal. She stared at Jonathan, laying there like some pathetic vegetable, and passed the time. She always had to do something. She was too uneasy all the time, too overcome by the pangs of a slight nicotine addiction. She couldn't smoke when he was like that, however, couldn't smoke in her current mindset. She was worried. She hated being like that, but she was worried, and she hated him for making her feel that way, and decided he didn't need flowers for being such a piece of shit. She tore it off its stem. She grabbed another, and got to work.
There was a point in time where she would tell her mother she wanted to be a doctor. Her mother entertained the idea of being a nurse, but she endured. Nothing but a doctor. She'd go all the way. She'd skip nursehood entirely. She would be able to save vegetables like Jonathan. She eyed his unconscious form, and knew she could do nothing. And with a sigh, feeling safe from eyes in that empty infirmary, Maisie tossed the half-ripped up flower to the ground. She reached into her bag, hands cold, and pulled a manga out, some stupid thing she sneaked out of the library. She stole it. She stole a free book.
Maisie opened it, gave Jonathan one last glare, and began to read.