You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)

James point of view

Lee's mom turns around, and lunges at me, with her bloodied knife. I manage to duck in time, and rush over to Lee.

"Get away from that... thing," Lee's mom ordered, disgusted. 

Before I could respond, the door quickly opened, and the police were standing there.

I held the bloody Lee closer to me, so close, his blood that was oozing out, stopped thanks to my pressure. 

"Ma'am! You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney, and if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. If you waive these rights and talk to us, anything you say may be used against you in court!" the police officer screamed. 

She dropped the knife, and tried to get away. Luckily, the ambulance was in the way, trying to get Lee. 

"Can I come with you, on the ride to the hospital?" I pleaded. 

"Normally, no, but since you came over and risked your life to save him, yes." They answered.

I followed them as they wheeled him to the wee woo truck. 

I climbed in, and sat down on the little bench they have on the sides. 

I looked down at Lee, his chest was slowly rising, and falling, over and over again. Which meant, he was alive.

For now. 

Soon, we arrive at the hospital, and they take him to the ER. 

I sit in the waiting room, waiting, listening to their soft, calm the fuck down music. 

A few minutes past. Nothing. An hour passes. Still nothing.

I was panicking, an hour and well, they haven't reported back yet? This made me scared of what was coming. 

"James?" I look up, startled. "De-"

"His name is Lee," I warn. 

"Lee's ready for you. The nurse in there will tell you all the details," the very clearly a they/them, indetailed. 

I walked pass them, and into the room Lee's in.

"Hello there!" the way too energetic, happy, with a very annoying voice, nurse greeted me. 

"Hey."

"How's your day going?"

"Shitty. My best friend, and boyfriend got stabbed by his own mom. What the fuck was the point in even asking that question?" I answer. 

"Oh, uh well..." She still had a very big grin on her face.

"Girl, your high pitch voice isn't getting you anything, except a few, "Ow my ears." turn down that shit." Having my bestie and boyfriend nearly dying affected my mood. 

"Anyway, date?"

"Tuesday. August. 2024."

"No, like, wanna go on a date?"

"GIRL, FUCK THAT. WILL YOU JUST TELL ME WHAT HIS FUCKING STATIS IS????" I was annoyed she wasn't telling me anything about Lee. 

"He's alive, unfortunately.."

I instantly became relieved. Wait, what? "How is that unfortunate?" 

"I don't get a chance with you..."

"Bitch please, he and I are thirteen, so fuck off pedophile." I was absolutely disgusted.

"Age is just a number." She continued to flirt.

"Didn't I say fuck off?"

"Oh, uh yes. Lee will be released in a few days, For now, you can talk to him." She finally fucking left.