For whatever reason, Sullivan became uneasy maintaining eye contact with me, so he uncomfortably looked away. "It's okay, it doesn't hurt. I'm used to it."

My hand hovered, my guilt compounding as I recalled what Sullivan had shared with me regarding his past. "The ambulance will be there shortly. Just hold on," I attempted to reassure him.

He nodded and whispered, "Don't be guilty. I just didn't want anything to happen to you. You got confused when that scooter was coming. If it had struck you, the injury would have been tremendous. Now, it's just a dislocated shoulder. I'll be fine in no time."

Hearing him talk like that made...