How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 116: Moving forward

"Samuel!" My grandpa's voice wakes me up.

I open my eyes and look around confused, finding my grandparents walking in.

"What are you doing here?" I ask them confused.

"Your mom said she doesn't want you to wait so long all alone so we came here as fast as possible." Grandma explains.

I frown. Is mom crazy? What am I supposed to tell them why I'm here?

"Uhm. Thanks for coming, but I'm okay on my own, seriously." I say.

"Oh? Why are you handcuffed?" My grandma asks as she leans down to kiss my cheek.

"So I can't run away." I explain unsure.

She nods. "What happened? We were all so worried. Your mother told us yesterday that you are missing and that someone tried to kill you."

"Yeah. I was a little bit out of it, but I'm fine now." I assure her.

"You can't just run off when you feel overwhelmed, young man." My grandpa tells me.

"Yeah. I didn't run off." I explain.

"At least he's alright. What happened to your neck?" Grandma asks me and then gasps. "And what to your arm?"

Thanks mom. I thought I couldn't feel worse, but here we go, I guess.

"Please don't freak out, okay?" I beg her, feeling annoyed by their loud voices.

"Do they not give you anything to eat here? Jesus Christ, you're only skin and bones. Honey, go ask the nurse for something to eat for him." My grandma says.

"No need for that." The nurse from before says as she carries in my dinner.

"Here, let me help." My grandma says and pulls the lid of my meal off and sets it aside.

Does she wanna cut my food, too?

I got a soup and bread with butter and some type of meat.

I groan and eat the soup while my grandma keeps talking.

She probably just wants to cheer me up. But what the hell? Does she ever stop talking?

"You still have the bread." She reminds me when I put the tray aside, which isn't easy with my left hand attached to the bed.

"I don't want it. I'm vegetarian." I explain to her.

She scoffs and grabs the meat and eats it, talking with her full mouth. "There. Now eat it so you get healthy soon."

I let out a sigh. "Food won't help my mental health recover."

"Yes. It does." My grandpa insists. "Eat it."

Save me!

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My grandparents have been here for almost an hour now. They keep asking questions what happened.

"But you can't just forget what happened for two days." My grandpa argues for the third time.

"But I did." I say.

"Why don't you just admit you took drugs?" He asks me.

I throw my head back into my pillow and let out a groan. "I'm not even denying that I took drugs. I'm just saying I don't remember how I got here."

"Nonsense. No drugs can make you forget all that." My grandpa claims.

I hold up my hands in defense. "Okay. You got me. I'm lying. I actually did drugs, killed a few people and then stole a baby from a woman and sold it on the black market. You got me." I say angrily.