Maybe we aren't different after All

Chapter 6

ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ 6

GOMEN MINASAN. I'M LATE. I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY FOR NOW. EXCEPT, I—AS ALWAYS—APOLOGIZE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES IN THIS CHAPTER.

AGAIN, I DON'T OWN SKIBIDI TOILET OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. EXCEPT LEON AND HIS PARENTS. >W<

He was floating in a black abyss, can't feel anything, smell nor see. He's not even sure if he had a body, he did not know and he doesn't care.

..........

The next thing he know was he's laying in a soft bed of a hospital, green eyes gazing at the white ceiling. After a few seconds had passed, he decided to move his head to look around at his surrounding. He was in a room; white walls and floors, a picture onto the wall next to his bed and a bedside cabinet table on his right with a bunch of different flowers in a vase, next to it was a single chair. He's clearly in a private room; and on his left, where his bed sat next to the window and from there he can see the street below since he decided to sit on the bed, back leaning on the plastic headboard. It seems he was in a city, noticing the high building from afar, the sky was clear, not a single cloud could be seen and the sun was high up in the sky.

A bird gliding in the wind caught his attention, how wonderful, how free it was with no care in the world, a small smile tug on his lips.

He wish he was a bird.

He did not noticed the door opening until a woman was standing next to his bed, and when he did so, he was startled by the presence. The woman was in her mid-thirty, wearing a dark-blue tee and ashen-white pants. Her hair was midnight-black and it flowed over her shoulders, her heart shaped face is beautiful. Forest green eyes like his own, a pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. She has a fair skin, her delicate ears framed an upturned nose, and thin pink lips in which he realize were moving.

He was pulled off of his wandering mind when the woman speak again, her voice was soothing and so much familiar yet it was full of concern.

"Honey? Are you okay?"

Oh?

Now, he remembers. She was his mother, how could he forgot his own mother.

"Sweety? Are you in pain? I'll call a doctor to give you something for the pain."

Pain? Why would he in pain?

Just then he notice the white bandages wrapped around his right arm–elbow down until to the back of his hand. He doesn't remember getting wounded, his memories was blurry. Shifting his gaze towards his mother, the blond haired teen shakes his head.

"I'm fine mom and I'm not in pain." His short and cheerful reply. He don't want his mom to worry about him and he doesn't feel pain anyway, so why not tell the truth.

His mother sigh in relief. "Thank God!" She was silent for a second as she take his right arm gently, being careful with the wound. "I was so worried about you... You shouldn't have used that scythe, your father had said you aren't ready for it yet." This revelation confused him.

He knew he do have those weapons in him since the operation, but he hadn't used the scythe yet. Because of how big it was for him, it's not heavy but he's not allowed to used it yet and the reason is unknown to him.

"I don't remember getting this wound. Is it because I used that scythe?" He needs to know.

She nod her head, "It slipped out of your hand and the blade tear through your elbow until the back of your hand." A lone tear stream down to her cheek, seeing his mother worried and crying, it make him sad since he's the reason for it. So, he moves a bit forward the edge of the bed as his mother let go of his hand. "Mom?"