Adrenaline slowly came to in a familiar white room. A worried stare from a doctor reminded him of who he was. Although his parents are also there, they moreso look bored. His father was scrolling on his phone, his mother was trying to stay upright. This wasn't the first time, but Adrenaline felt like his parents just didn't care. Maybe because they don't.
He jolted at the realisation. Not only is this the same situation, it's the same room. This is where his brother died. And also, the hospital staff suck at cleaning. There's a bloody bucket in the corner with ruptured organs and brain matter in it. They didn't even take it out? Really?
Was he going to die here? And why? Why did his brother even die? What happened? Adrenaline couldn't understand. What was happening? He needed to understand, he needed an explaination, he needed closure, he needed something. The doctor offered nothing, and his parents were barely there.
"Am I going to-?"
"Yes." The doctor cut him off, a cold, uncaring voice, betraying the look in his eyes. Adrenaline's mother tensed slightly at the revelation, but relaxed again immediately. Did they just not care? His own parents?
