Keegan P. Russ

Keegan shifted in his place on your bedroom floor, leaning his back on your bed. He tried to wait patiently for you to finish up with your shower—but the minutes dragged on longer than usual and he was getting uneasy. The last thing he expected was to hear a thud and a shout of surprise and pain from the bathroom. Without hesitation, he jumped from his seat and ran to the door. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked outside the door with a slight hint if worry in his voice.