Fem! Creepypasta X Male! Child Reader (Re-Upload)

Chapter 22: From School nurse to. . . Mother?

-Friday 27th, September 2019-
-Location & Time: Pasta Mansion, 9:30AM-
-POV: (Y/n)'s-

-Clang!-

(Y/n): "WAH! DON'T HURT ME PLEASE!" I scream as I awoke from the sound of something metal, quickly covering my head with my arms.

Smiley: "Jesus fuck kid, its just me!"

(Y/n): "S-Smiley?"

Smiley: "Uhhh yes, who else am I going to be? The candy man?"

(Y/n): "What was that loud sound?"

Smiley: "Your awake up alarm, now wake up" she ordered as I feel her jump up onto the bed. Of course without my glasses on, I could only see a red blur in front of me.

(Y/n): "Where are my glasses?"

Smiley: "Bed side table, right next to you" she says. I reach over to the bed side table, feeling around a bit until I feel the frame of my glasses. I put them on, seeing Smiley sitting in front of me with an un-amused face. "Honestly, you need to have your eyes fixed"

(Y/n): "I-I wish I could. . ." I reply, kinda sad since having to wear glasses constantly to see is the worst thing in the world. . . but hey, at least I'm not completely blind since they work.

Smiley: "Right, I'm going to get one of the girls to get your wheel chair. Don't move and I'll be back soon" she says while hopping off the bed and walks to the door, opening it with her paw. She then looks back at me and narrows her eyes. "I'm being serious when I say don't move"

(Y/n): "H-How can I move if my legs don't work?"

Smiley: "I ain't talking about you walking off kid, you can still move your arms. Just sit there until I'm back"

And with that, she walks away, leaving the door open. . . . why does something not feel right? I sat myself up right in the bed before moving the blanket off my legs. I still couldn't move them and- wait, why didn't that hurt?!

I quickly move back against the back of the bed, expecting to feel the pain of my ribs quickly rush in. . . but nothing, not even a little sting. I then lift my shirt up to see if anything was out of place. I still had the stitch up cuts on my belly, and the bruises all over me, including the ones on my ribs. . . maybe if I poke it-

(Y/n): "OW!" I yelped as I touched the bruise. Yep, it hurts. . . but no longer when I move. . . maybe it was those pain killers nurse ann gave me yesterday. "Well, I-I guess this is a good start to the day"

Smiley: "That good day start bullshit ain't a think kid" she interrupts as she walks back in, soon followed by Jess pushing in the wheelchair.

Jess: "Good morning (Y/n)" she says to me with a smile.

(Y/n): "M-Morning Jess" I relpy, giving a small smile back to her. She pushes the wheelchair right next to me before sitting on the bed.

Jess: "How you feeling?"

(Y/n): "A bite better. . . s-still a bit sore all over, but not as much as yesterday" I saw. She smiled again while rubbing the back of my head with her hand.

Smiley: "Come on Jess, Ann said she wanted to speak with him the moment he woke up. So kindly hurry your ass up" she groans. I see Jess glare at smiley before standing up.

Jess: "You ready to be moved?"

(Y/n): "Y-Yes" I say, still a little unsure if this was gonna hurt or not. I reach out to her, wrapping my arms around her neck while she gently picks me up. It did hurt a bit as she moves me onto the chair, but I managed to keep my yelp of pain in. "H-How come Nurse Ann wants to talk to me? Did I do something wrong?"