The hit, the run, the pain. Merome/Poofless/Vikklan

Chapter two

The hit, the run, the pain.

My vision was a blur. Doors zoomed past me. I was unable to move. It felt like bricks had been piled on top of me. It didn't take long for everything to go black, but when it did, I was ready.

My mind flooded with memories. Ones with Preston eating my first pecan pie I made. He really did enjoy it. Others with Jerome or Rob at a pool party. All these memories made me feel whole again. As if nothing was to be missing in my life. It was all right in front of me.

Bright lights shine in my face. I take a moment to adjust my eyes. They fall upon my body. My left leg in a cast. There's an open window with a couch under it. Lachlan lays on the couch asleep. He looks unharmed, but it's only physical harm that I see. I sit up more, waking Lachlan in the process. He rises and walks over to me.

"How are you feeling?" His voice is croaky. I can tell he hasn't slept in awhile now.

"My shoulder hurts. I don't think my leg feels as bad as it looks." I look over to see my bandaged shoulder. I peel back one of the bandages to see stitches.

"They said you had glass in your arm. Most of it was below your skin." Lachlan carefully grabs my wrists, turning my hand over. There's more bandages.

"Where's Jerome?" I ask, ignoring my damaged body. Lachlan goes blank. He looks like someone was just murdered.

"He's," he pauses, "in a coma." I clear my throat. The tears burn at my face. "He's in the other room. The nurses may let you see him? I'll go ask." Lachlan leaves the room.

I let everything go. I stopped myself from holding back the pain. Everything snaked around my neck, slowly suffocating me. A nurse comes in with Lachlan. "Hello, Mitch." Her hair is in a tight bun, and she holds a clip board in her hands.

"Hi." I answer. She clicks her pen and goes on to right something down.

"I have a few questions before we release you." She asks me many questions, most of them sounded like a bunch of rubbish. "Last question. Do you remember what happened?" She leans forward in her chair as if I was going to whisper.

"Did I want to remember what happened? No. Did I? Yes." She stands up, and leaves the room. A couple minutes later another nurse comes in and starts unhooking me from the machine that monitored my deathless life.

"Here's your clothes, and your crutches." The nurse sets my clothes at the foot of the bed, and the crutches right next to me, then leaves.

"Do you need any help, Mitch?" Lachlan asks.

"No I'm good. Thanks." He nods and exits the room. I reach to the end of the bed, and grab my shirt. I take off the robe, and pull the shirt over my head. I rotate my body so my legs are hanging over the left side of the bed. The crutches fall over onto the floor. "Fuck." I whisper under my breath. It was going to be a trip to hell and back to get them.

My leg was in too much pain and my shoulder stung at every time I tried moving it. "Nurse!" I yell. No one answers. I yell a few more times, still no one.

My body slides off the bed gently. I now sit on the floor, dreading about standing up. I prop the crutches up struggling to support myself. Finally someone comes in. "Hey Mitch-oh damn are you okay?" Vikk asks, helping me onto my crutches.

"Doing swell." I laugh.

"Good thing I got here in time. Need help with your pants?" He awkwardly stands in front of me.

"Could you just stand outside? Just incase my crutches fall again." He nods and exits the room. It doesn't take long to put my boxers and pants on. I call Vikk back in to help me with my socks. He puts my shoes on and helps me off the bed. It took me a second to get used to my shaken, and fallen apart body. I did not want to walk into Jerome's room. Was going to anyways.

There he lays. Chest slowly falling up and down. His monitor counting every heartbeat. As if he was to stop breathing, it would keep counting. Three nurses burst into the room like a crime scene. "Mitch, exit the room." One demanded. The other two checked Jerome's body, and the machines that kept him from leaving me. Though it looked like they were seals slamming their faces on keyboards. I payed no more attention to them, and left the room. All the other boys slept in the lobby except for Preston. He's in Rob's room.

I open the door enough to see Preston sleeping. Rob is sitting upright in the white bed. "Hey Mitch." He whispers.

"Hey." I smile back.

"It's boring here." He lets out a slight laugh.

"I bet. Their food is gross as well." He nods in agreement.

"He's adorable when he sleeps." I follow his gaze over to Preston. Well, he wasn't wrong. He looked like a puppy dog that just got tired from playing to much fetch.

"Have you asked him out yet?" I whisper lightly.

"No, but I was going to. That's why I saved my voice. I didn't need it cracking." He laid further back into the pillow.

"That explains it." I laugh. "Rob, I never asked what happened? By that I mean how are you hurt?"

I examined what I could see from his body in a robe. His leg are fine, arms are good, and his face is as it was before. He pulls down the collar of his robe. There I see hundreds of stitches almost near his heart. "They said if didn't have my seat belt on, I would have died." He smiles.

"Why are you smiling?" His smile only grows bigger.

"Because I didn't die."