Engulfed

Chapter 11

They let me out after another few days of insane medication and healing. Pete and I played roles in the rushing part. We both wanted out, maybe Pete more than myself.

I hadn't walked, even stood up, for days. It was weird, getting back on my feet. It's just something to add to the long list of things I need to get used to.

Pete pats my shoulder and is standing right at my side while we walk/limp out of the hospital. He would always be right there. Thanks to his new fear, he will never leave.

He babied me around for the next few days, even with babies of his own. Saint Laszlo and Bronx were happy to have me with them, but were confused to why I wasn't up and running. Whenever I was around them, I almost felt their energy and fed off of it. I'd play with them and chase them around. It was almost like having my own kids.

I loved when Pete brought them to shows. They would listen, sing, and dance to the songs they recognized, but grew uninterested fast. There was always something that would grab their attentions. Sometimes it was the food, others it was a skating rink in the theatre. They loved playing around with our opening bands, who were happy to have little guys around.

Bronx was very smart for his age. He always seemed to understand what I'd say to him. I found myself having a conversation with him once in a while. We talked in the way that I might talk to my friends. It was good to know that I still had some - and of all ages. Saint's too young to care and has the attention span of a goldfish. Although, I like talking to both.

One night, Bronx was straight-up refusing to go to bed. Meagan tried and got frustrated, sending Pete into the room.

I listened for Pete's stern-sounding voice and laughed when it finally came. He will never sound or be scary. That's just not in his description.

He came out of the room and heaved out a sigh, completely done with the world.

"That kid..." he muttered, "Love him to pieces, but he's a royal pain."

I smiled a little, "He's got rich parents. Royalty is his life."

Meagan glanced and Pete, "Oh, so I'm not the only one who thinks that..?"

Pete was probably the most funny when he's trying to defend himself. He works himself up to realize he's wrong, "It's not like we treat him any differently because we have money. We don't spoil him or Saint."

In this case, he had a point. Some rich kids are dreadfully spoiled. His kids didn't act any different than normal kids.

Meagan came and sat on the love seat next to Pete, "Well, are we going to leave him to fall asleep himself? Eventually he will."

Pete leaned forwards and pushed his elbows into his legs, "That's giving him exactly what he wants..."

"Dad!" Bronx called from his room, "I'm not tired!"

"That's nice!" Pete called back and shook his head.

I held onto the edges of the couch and pulled myself up. Pete jumped to help me, but I did it myself. My whole body was sore and shook from the pressure. The fact that I have a very screwed up diet doesn't help my case. I'm so skinny and frail, you can almost see my ribs when I take my shirt off.

I hate feeling like this, so helpless. I just want to do something for myself.

Pete watches my every move, including the part where I wave him off, "Go ahead. You two have some fun tonight. Watch a movie or something. I'll get him to sleep."

Meagan went to object where Pete wouldn't. He held her back and smiled to me, winking an eye in an attempt to thank me. It was the least I could do.