Guilt trip Stories

I stared up at the ambulance roof, watching blue light ripple across its surface—reflections from outside. Sometimes a siren’s sharp wail pierced my ears. Someone was holding my hand. Everything felt distant, unreal. I couldn’t grasp why. Later, the roof gave way to harsh overhead lights. I sensed motion—being wheeled through corridors, the trolley rattling over the floor I couldn’t see. Then a room: dim, hushed, shadowed...

What the fuck was I thinking last night? Shane was upset with himself for the way he ended his night. In his inebriated stupor, he decided not to have sex with Chelsie in fear of things moving too quickly with her. But after several trips down memory lane, he began kicking himself for not doing it. “Are you fucking stupid?” Derek asked after he was informed that he didn’t sleep with her. “Shut up, man. I already feel like...