I was packing things into boxes with Layla while everyone else was planning our route. It was hard to be seen as incompetent. In med school if someone needed help they came to me. I knew my skills were needed now more than ever but no one wanted a one trick pony. Eventually I would weigh them down.
Last night Belle took me to the roof for target practice. It was embarrassing. I hated thinking that we could be attacked and I wouldn't know what to do. I couldn't live with myself if someone got hurt because of my incompetence.
"Are you sad?" Layla asked.
I finished taping the box closed and shot Layla an awkward smile, "I'm fine. Thank you, though. Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm worried."
