Until. We. Die

.8.

I genuinely don't know what is happening to me at this point. I haven't seen anyone in what feels like days, and now a doctor and nurse are here alongside Hunter, and his parents. They all waited as the doctor and nurse took the IV and monitors off of me.

They tried to make small talk underneath asking me questions about how I am feeling, "Any headaches or tremors?" I would respond no like the last few times they have checked on me. "How about your legs? Do they feel any better?"

I would respond with no, because that was the truth. They couldn't do anything more than adjust the braces and tell me I'll start Physical therapy in the next few days now that I have been well rested.

I hated when they said that. "Well rested" was actually me resting, it was me not walking and staying up until I couldn't hold my eyes open any longer. It was me gripping the sheets I laid on while I tried to relax but instead failed and spiraled into panic about everything that had happened.

What they thought was well rested, was me being terrified for my life, it was dark eye bags and shaking hands while eating. It wasn't rest, it was anxiety.

When the doctor reset my brace on my right leg he just kept asking questions. "How are you feeling mentally?" I didn't answer right away, I didn't really want to talk about myself and how I was feeling when everyone was here. So I only shrugged and looked at the ugly brace keeping my leg healing.

I had to be in braces for another two weeks at least and needed to stay off of them as much as possible, walking to the bathroom was still okay but they were taking me off the pain meds I had gotten after my talk with Mary and Dean.

Physical therapy was going to start with this doctor too, as soon as I could take some steps by myself without wanting to cry. Or as he said it, until my leg was stable. Everyone was here to get me to Mary and Deans home, they insisted they come and see what the doctor they had here, thought about everything. Hunter was here and standing in the corner waiting to help me get there after all this.

I haven't heard anything from anyone about me or my dad or the town. It was worrying me as the doctor stood up to his full height and smiled. "You are all clear to get out of this room. Remember to stay off of your right leg, try to use your left one more but you need to stay off of both of them. You damaged them pretty badly. If the headaches or random body aches come back, we need to know. I will check up on you every couple days at the clinic."

I nodded, slightly irritated about all this as he turned to Dean and nodded before leaving with the nurse who smiled at me before leaving alongside him.

Dean moved to the door as well, looking at me as he walked before pointing to Hunter. "Hunter will take you to your room, if you need anything he can get it for you." I nodded and looked at Hunter briefly as he stared at the floor unfazed by anything. "We have you enrolled in an online program to finish your senior year as of now. You'll have everything you need up in your room, the only thing I ask is you get it done and just finish your last year of high school."

He attempted to leave after that, he was normally the guy to care more about grades and your health over anything else. Dean was always a health nut, and a total dad at the kitchen table doing your homework with you at midnight when needed.

He didn't care much that I was here, he never really paid that much attention to us as kids anyways. So hearing him say he got me enrolled in a school online and "How did you get my scores or me in the system?"

"I know the owners of the company, they said they would bypass anything that came up with your name. Just finish your year, okay?"

"Yes sir." He cringed at the name before smiling and leaving, taking out his phone as he answered what I assume was messages from his own job. He owned local technology companies around here, which probably equaled all of this private doctor stuff and eliminated the fear of keeping me from the authorities and my dad as well.