Still We Rise

3: Hospital

Song: Panic Room- Au/Ra

Just because I carry it so well doesn't mean it's not heavy.
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Kenzie's POV:

**AT LUNCH**

      "I'll catch up with you guys later." I tell the girls, and they nod. Great friends. They don't even notice that I don't talk to them anymore. It's whatever though, I'm better off with no friends than I am with fake ones. 

      I walk outside, and sit under the tree I always sit under. I close my eyes, feeling exhausted, and drained probably from the lack of sleep I get. I sit there for a few minutes, until my phone rings, the caller ID reads Birth giver. I click answer, and put the phone up to my ear. "Hey mom." I say. 

      "Are you at lunch right now?" She asks.

      "Yeah." I tell her, and she sighs. 

      "Okay, Kinsler is in the hospital." She says, not exposing why.

      "What do you mean he is in the hospital?" I ask.

      "I got a call from the school saying that he's been complaining about headaches in the morning, and then while they were at recess he passed out. He hasn't woken up yet. They had called 911, and he's at the hospital now." She tells me, and my breath hitches. "Are you going to stay at school?" She asks. 

      I roll my eyes at the dumb question. "No. I'm on my way." I tell her. 

      "Okay, I'll call you out. Drive safe, I love you." She tells me.

      "I will. Love you too." I tell her, and hang up. I grab my bag, and start to leave but three familiar boys catch my eye. They are sitting less than twenty feet away from me, but I ignore them. Ever since the beatings started getting really bad, those three boys have been watching me. I don't know if they know what happens or if they are just watching me for fun, but they are always there. I shrug it off, and head to my car.

      Once I am in my car, I drive like a bat out of hell, and make it to the hospital in ten minutes, when it should have taken twenty at least. Before I get out, I text my mom, and ask her what floor and room number they are in, and she replies immediately. 

      Second floor room #211

      I repeat the number all the way up the stairs and down the hall until I see it. When I reach the room, I go inside, and see a sleeping Kinsler and a worried looking mom. "Hey mom, any information yet?" I ask.

      Our eyes meet, and she shakes her head no. "They haven't been in here since they brought him in, and did a quick exam. They said he is in a coma. He isn't responding to light, and his limbs are limp." She tells me. 

      "So what's the plan?" I ask. I don't know what I'm asking for because I don't even know what the plan is for.

      She shrugs, "We are going to stay here with him until he wakes up, and when he does we'll go back to the house and pack a few bags. Then after a night, we'll follow the original plan, and leave." She tells me, and I nod. 

      "How are we going to watch with him?" I ask.

      "We can do two off, two on. Do you want to stay tomorrow?" She asks me, and I nod. "Okay, so you stay tomorrow, we both stay all weekend, and then next week we will start two on, two off." She tells me. 

      "On your way back tomorrow, can you get the work I missed today, and the work I will miss tomorrow?" I ask, and she nods. "Are you sure you can take off that much?" I ask, and she nods again.