ALEX'S POV
"Alex, can you come here for a second please?" My mum asked from the kitchen. I turned the TV off and walked the short distance into the kitchen where she quickly wrapped about three plates filled with food with film paper and set them in the fridge.
"I need to go back to work as soon as possible so I'm working the afternoon shift today. Your dad left earlier while you were still asleep and won't be home until dinner time. Will you be okay?" She asked as she roamed through her purse in search of who knows what.
"You can call Matt or Danny, invite them over or something?" She found what she was looking for -her keys- and looked up at me.
"Yes, mum" I nodded.
"Don't eat too much junk food, okay? You have lunch and dinner in the fridge, just heat it in the microwave"
"Yes, mum" I nodded.
"No more TV, no laptop" She walked towards the front door and I followed her short behind.
"I know" I groaned.
"Blame the doctors, not me" She said and ruffled my messy hair.
"Bye mum" I waved at her and closed the door behind me.
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I have no idea how long it had been since I had been released from the hospital -it was probably around a week, but it felt like a life-time. Not being able to go on my laptop or phone was killing me, and my parents only let me watch TV for an hour per day.
Apparently, the doctors told them that the injured skin around my eyes would worsen if my eyes got irritated and dry from looking at a screen all day, so I could only have limited time to watch TV. I was worried sick about Jack, and I was pretty sure he was no different from me. I last talked to him on the phone when I was released from the hospital, so it had been a few days since we last talked to each other. My parents told me he was doing fine and that they had called him and told them that it'd be best not to be on the phone or laptop until I got better. Apparently, Jack understood perfectly and said he'd wait for me to message him first once I was healed.
I was thankful that everyone had been released from the hospital on the same week, I couldn't help but blame myself for everything that had happened. If I had taken the train on my own, none of my friends would have suffered any damage or wouldn't be involved in the accident, but here we were, talking about our state of mind and body as each of us took care of our own wounds.
I had called Matt and Danny to come over just like my mum suggested I do but they didn't seem too interested in spending the day doing anything but sleep, so I ended up having lunch on my own and listening to the radio. After throwing away what was left of the food my mum made for me -or for five million people- I took a two hour nap on the couch. I couldn't help but feel lonely and curiosity got the best of me, so with my body half functioning and my eyes almost completely closed, I walked upstairs and into my room to turn on my laptop and log in on Skype.
I was taken aback when I saw that Jack had messaged me a few days ago. I thought I was supposed to be the one messaging the other first, so I was a little confused. A smile spread across my face as soon as I saw that he was online, and typing.
"Alex?" It read. His previous message was just a "hello".
"Hello, Jack! Are you okay?" I replied.
"Me? Are YOU okay?" He asked, to which I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I hoped my parents didn't exaggerate the importance of my injuries when they talked to him on the phone.
"I am, the bruises are fading and I won't have many visible scars left (:"
"What about your legs? Why didn't you tell me?"
