Shit, shit, shit.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled through my hands.
“Dude, shut up,” Travis muttered back. “You don’t have to apologize.”
I glanced at Mayra and then quickly looked back down again.
“You should probably go,” Travis said as he looked over his shoulder. “Thanks a lot for calling. I’ll make sure we get his car to him.”
“No!” I cried out, then immediately buried my head in my hands again.
“No what?” Travis asked.
“I don’t want my car!” I told him.
“That’s what he meant,” Mayra said. Her eyes grew wide. “He kept saying he didn’t want it back.”
Travis looked at Mayra and then back at me.
“Why don’t you want your car?”
I didn’t answer. It would just sound ridiculous if I did. He asked again, and I just shook my head.
“You gotta go back into therapy, dude,” Travis said with a big sigh. “You gotta go back on the meds.”
“Too expensive,” I said.
“Beth and I will pay for them.”
“You can’t afford it.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
I shook my head again. We went back and forth for a while, and I eventually won though I had to promise to at least talk to my doctor if I had another bad episode. Once I seemed to be together again, Mayra gathered up her stuff and started to leave.
“I’m sorry,” I said for the tenth time.
“It’s okay, Matthew,” Mayra said softly. “I’m just glad you are all right. You scared me.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I know,” she said. She tilted her head to look up at me. I moved my eyes away, focusing on her shoulder. “It’s too late to get your car now, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll see you in the morning, then?”
I felt my mouth turn up into a slight smile.
“Yeah, that would be good. Thanks.”
“See you then.”
The door closed behind her, and Travis leaned against the entryway to the kitchen and stared at me.
“This is certainly interesting,” he muttered.
I couldn’t really add anything to that comment, so I went and lay back down on the loveseat.