The Mute Reporter

20- Present Day

Jensen Blackwell

My eyes slowly blinked open, and the first sound to fill my ears was the light rain hitting the window next to my bed.

It was still dark in my room from the overcast outside, but the clock read 9am.

Rubbing my eyes, I sit up and immediately notice the pain overtaking my knee. I need to get pain medicine as soon as I can.

Getting out of my bed was a huge issue, but not as big as walking around my house to get my medicine.

I walked passed a mirror as I was trying to get to the kitchen, and my hair had a mind of its own. Scowling, I quickly find a black beanie and put it on my head to cover the mess that was my hair.

Eventually, after taking longer than I'd like to admit, I finally hop, stumble, or limp, into my tv room.

You see, I have to go through my tv room in order to get to the kitchen. But there's one issue I wasn't really expecting.

The tv was still silent, playing something I didn't know. And in the couch where I self pitied myself was Sam.

It looks like he stayed the night?

He was still asleep on his side, his pale face dug comfortably into a couch pillow. He had a throw blanket wrapped around him.

Sam's glasses were still on, and at an adorably awkward angle. Like he fell asleep watching the tv.

I immediately felt bad. He was just trying to help me last night, and I literally told him to fuck off. And he didn't. He stayed the night because no one knows me better than Sam. And we haven't even seen each other in six years.

It was almost like nothing had changed between us when literally everything has.

Feeling the nagging urge to immediately make it up to him, I stumbled as quietly as I could to the kitchen.

Nothing was quiet about it. It sounded more or less like a newborn cow learning to walk on bubble wrap.

Somehow though, Sam slept through it.

There wasn't much I could really make for Sam without waking him up. I also sucked at cooking.

So fruit loops it is! I will make him fruit loops and makes sure he eats it.

My stomachs rumbles, and I frown. Remembering the panini Sam made that I rejected last night, I could only hope he likes fruit loops still.

There wasn't much left of the cereal though, so I made sure Sam had the last of it. The milk in the fridge wasn't expired either, so at least something had gone right in my favor.

After I finish making the cereal, I had no idea how I was going to hop over back to Sam and not spill everything.

How does one hop from room to room holding a bowl of cereal with overflowing milk?

You can't. The universe simply doesn't allow it.

But there was one bright side to this. And it was the fact that it could be worse, and in another alternate reality I'd have to hop up on stairs with one good leg while holding a bowl of cereal with overflowing milk.

Someone stop me from thinking so much this early. Shoot me in the foot.

Actually, don't shoot me in the foot. I only have one left.

So, using the one foot I had left, I made my way over to sam by sliding on the floor. Like a snake.

I am a snake.