Once A Liar

Chapter 19: Crazy Father, Eh?

AERO's POV

"They're not broken," the doctor stated calmly.

My shoulders sunk in a little with relief. As I stood next to Thomas I squeezed his hand tightly. 

"However, your right knee was dislocated and your left meniscus was torn."

I gulped anxiously as Thomas rubbed his forehead harshly with his left hand. Hospitals always freaked me out. The smells, the busyness, seeing the X-rays of my boyfriend's broken body—not great.

"Well you can fix it, can't you?" Mr. Buchanan's voice boomed from the corner of the room where he sat.

"Well that left knee needs surgery," she answered right away. "And I'm worried about this injury combined with the prior damage."

I couldn't stop picturing my father hurting Thomas. I didn't even see it but somehow that made it worse with the hundreds of different possibilities haunting my mind.

"Aero, do you mind if we talk to Thomas and his doctor alone?" Thomas' mom looked over at me and asked.

"You don't have-" Thomas began but I interrupted him.

"No it's okay, I'll go get us something to drink," I showed a light, forced smile.

I turned the corner of the hallway to where the vending machines were. Standing in front of the first one was Blake, who intensely stared at the glass.

I took a deep breath and walked over to him.

"Hi," I greeted shyly, not really wanting to bother him.

He glanced over at me quickly and then returned his gaze to the sodas.

"Miss," he sighed in a sarcastic tone. "How is he?"

I absolutely hated that he greeted me with miss but decided to let it slide on account of him saving my boyfriend.

"As good as he can be right now, I guess," I answered.

He nodded slowly.

"I just wanted to er- thank you for..." I began but was immediately shut down.

He turned to face me and said, "Don't. We don't have to do this."

"Do what?" I asked confused.

"Pretend that we're friends now just because..."

Not actually an asshole, deep breaths Aero. Remember, he's not actually as bad as you think.

"...I helped out you and your-"

Now I was the one to cut him off.

"Stop being an asshat and just accept my gratitude!" I yelled at him.

He rolled his eyes but smirked a little too.

"Fine. You're welcome," he said forcefully. "Crazy father, eh?"

I was still confused about what happened between the three of them.

"Yep, guilty," I nodded awkwardly.

Another person is now involved in the crazy shit I call my life.

"What did...er...Tommy tell you about our interaction?" He asked.

"He doesn't really remember much thanks to the gash on his head," I began to explain. "He said he just remembers you saving him."

Blake's eyes narrowed slightly as he nodded.

"Are either of you actually going to get anything?" A woman standing behind us asked interrupting our conversation.

I apologized quickly and we moved out of the way of the vending machine.