Shattered Fate

Chapter 4: Foresight

"He should be waking up now I'll check on his vitals he has been out for two days."

"Good make sure nothing happens to my boy or I'll make sure to sue you along with the man who did this."

My eyes feel so heavy I can't open them without using most of my strength.

"D-dad-" I can't quite tell who's talking but I can separate my dad's voice from the others.

It feels like everything is ringing. It's so loud, I just want to shut it all out and sleep. I want the voices to stop...

"Harry can you open your eyes for me son, try and sit up."

"Don't put too much stress on your self Mr. Osborn if you can't we can just lift the bed and if you feel pain in your eye, leg, or arms please tell me."

Strengthening my senses I slowly open my eyelids only to flinch back at the flashed with the ultra white hospital lights.

I feel soothing hand press on my shoulder trying to help me up.

My ears pop and I can finally hear clearly, the buzzing of hospital room tell me exactly where I am.

"How did I get here?" Voice sounding groggy I cough.

"Son you had me worried how could you even think of walking home with the barbarians that live in the city. I had to come from my very important meeting to tend to you needs."

"...sorry, for being a burden." I lower my aching head to not make eye contact with him and slouch backward away from his touch.

"You should be. Do you even know how much this will cost me?, I could lose this deal because of your mishaps."

I don't respond knowing there is no way to make up for my behavior.

I suddenly remember the sleepover I was gonna have with peter.

"PETER! I mean Peter did he come by or say anything." Twiddling my finger waiting for my dad's answer.

"You mean the commoner I've mistakenly let influence you, he came by with a female friend and dropped off flowers," Pointing next to me at the desk.

I hurry and snatch the flowers up, beaming from Peter's kindness and I see a note fall into my covered legs.

As fast as I can I read the sweetest get well note I have ever received and in the corner it says PS: "we can have the sleep over next time after you heal, my house isn't going anywhere and your always welcome."

My cheeks feel like they are going to fall off how hard I'm smiling.

"Are you having fun wasting my money boy," he spits out with distain barely hidden in his tone.

My eye stars feeling sore as I continue to look down.

My left eye vision stars getting really blurry, I blink away tears as red blood drips onto the white hospital blanket staining it.

"Look at you ruining something else, everything you touch gets defiled HOW PITIFUL." I hush the thoughts away to tend to my nose.

I reach to my face and wipe my nose only fo see blood smudge on my pale fingers.

"DOCTOR HURRY!, WHAT WRONG WITH MY SON HE'S BLEEDING AGAIN." My das gets on one knee and wipes my face with his pocket handkerchief.

I almost thought he was distressed, but I can can tell when he's putting on a act.

I shudder at the small contact leaning to his touch desperately try to make this last.

He pulls away sternly when the doctor runs in.

"I told you not to let him strain himself goodness~" the doctor shines a light into my eyes and I squint slowly.

"Well he seems fine right now I'll give him some of the pain medicine."

"Wait w-w-what's wrong with my eye!" Anxiety suddenly kicking in.

"When the car hit you it broke your right leg and and your left arm and also you scraped you eye against the pavement when you fell back so it injured your eye muscles and impaired your eyesight. Im sorry but, you might lose you vision on the left side someday."

After reviving the information it feels like there is a fifty-pound weight on my head and lead coursing through my stomach.

I drop my head as the words repeat in my head my father looking on as if he didn't hear the information.

Tears threaten to fall but I override my emotions with thoughts of Peter.

My father chimes in as if to mock me while I'm already down "If you were more careful it never would have happened."

"There was one more injury Im confused about you had a fracture in your skull but it wasn't from when the car hit you, you got it before then. Do you remember how you got it?"

"Harry how did you get the head injury." My dad looks at me with ice in his heart.

I gulp recalling what happened, ...Flash. Even though he watched it happen and was the cause of this I don't want him to get in trouble.

The look of remorse he gave me in the alley, I just can't tell them what happened.

"-Umm... I can't remember, I don't know. I think I slipped and fell." Blatantly lying to them shrugging.

"If you say so, but there is some other thing I would like to talk about on your next visit here but for now you can be released."

He handed me a cup of water and two pills ushering for me to take them with a smile.

"Thank you" I gulp the water down with pills feeling utterly tired and willing to go home.

"One more thing before we go Harry where is your phone? I couldn't call you and when they recovered your body it was no where in sight."

I flinch recalling it's last moment before being flung from my body after the car hit me. Who knows where it is.

I don't know, still can't remember much."

He glared at me seeing through all my lies.

"Well fine then, that one was old anyway. I'll get you the newest model along with all your gifts for your birthday." He turns around not caring anymore and starts emailing someone  on his phone.

I almost forgot my birthday was in two weeks before the accident maybe he'll actually be there for it.

"They'll be here in twenty minutes lets get going." "Ok," I place the glass on water down on the table and yank the cover off my legs.

The doctor steps out get the wheelchair sitting in the hall.

My father gives me the nastiest glare I have seen since mother's death.

"I'll let you keep your secrets for now but next time you lie to me boy you'll have more than a few broken bones."

I shift backwards while I keep my eyes focused on him.

The door return with a thick black wheel chair and sets it next to my bed as a nurse comes into the room and helps him hoise me up onto the wheel chair.

My father grabs the back and stars pushing me towards the door but stops and says with venomous bile laced in every word "There won't be a next time here, we have personal doctors at our house. You are lucky I graced your disgusting hospital with the chance to even touch my son."

He walked out pushing me along after leaving the nurse and doctor. dumbfounded.