I walked in on a brawl in the common area. We have a room on the fourth floor set aside for mealtimes. Half the wall is gone and part of the door is still in the jamb. I had woken up in time for a late lunch and I guess I was too groggy to be aware of my surroundings.
Very nearly avoided getting punched in the face.
Anatole wasn't so lucky. Flew right past me. Back skidded noisily on the linoleum. Some guy named Raymond shoved me, knocked my bowl of dry cereal and unopened bottle of water right out of my hands. Then he buried his boots in Anatole's midsection.
I might have maybe stabbed him. After I kicked the back of his knees out. Buried my plastic spork spoon fork piece of shit in his shoulder when he was down.
Raymond got KO'd with a right cross to his jaw by Anatole.
I got yelled at for wasting food. Anatole got his ear chewed out, figuratively, by Dr. Becca.
After everyone cleared out, Allison came over and told me that the fight was over a "disagreement of words." And then she asked me what the hell was up with my boyfriend.
I told her my boyfriend is dead.
She left me to pick up my cereal by myself.