Together at The Edge of a Universe

✨Chapter 74 - why did we deserve to be revived? (TW!)

!!Gore, Death, and Hospital visits!! You have been warned!!

Tree P.O.V:

Dr. Fizz leads through hallways upon hallways. Like a constant confinement of tunnels which tangle and wind. The bright lights of the hospital sting my eyes, causing me to squint uncomfortably.

"Your son's arm is incredibly damaged, a fracture this severe required surgery to put it back in it's place." Dr. Fizz explains, letting the three of us into a small office area. 

"Surgery...?" My mom whispers, looking hesitantly at me. I glance back at her, weary.

"Yes, surgery. He is scheduled to come out in about fifteen minutes." The doctor repeats, letting us settle in those uncomfortable office chairs every hospital has.

"How did this even happen?" He asks, looking at some charts. I wince, looking over at Black Hole, who's just as frightened as I am, if not more.

"Uhm..." I cough, "He was playing on a trampoline...and he fell and hit a rock." 

Dr. Fizz raises his eyebrow, typing something on his computer before looking back at us. "Such a serious fracture...and all because he fell on a rock?"

I give an awkward chuckle, "Hehe...y-yeah...cliche, right?" My mother slaps her forehead, "Oh, you always were a nervous wreck."

"Mom-" I hiss, eliciting a laugh from Black Hole. My face heats up, shoving Black Hole. "You're supposed to be on my side." I whisper, the bite in my words clearly comical. They smile, kissing my forehead, "I know, but your mom is funny."

"Why thank you dear!" Mom grins, ruffling Black Hole's hair. He laughs slightly, flapping their hands a bit.

I really need to get this guy tested for so many things don't I? 

Dr. Fizz continues to explain the situation, pointing to charts, graphs, and what not. Not that I'm paying attention...I should be but I don't really want to pay attention right now. I just want CJ to be okay, but I don't really care how he broke his arm. I just want him to be okay, right now I'm zoned out so I really should zone back in but I'm lazy and I don't want too and I don't really feel like it and-

"Uh...Tree?"

I turn to face Black Hole, who's barely touching my shoulder. Though, just enough where I can notice.

"Yeah babe?" I ask, smiling automatically. "Uhh...The guy is talking about...uh costs?"

"Shit...yeah..." I mutter under my breath, glancing around. "How much...is this all gonna cost?"

Dr. Fizz eyes Black Hole, turning back to his computer and typing something in. "Well," He begins, peering at us from behind his glasses. "Well, the cost of the surgery has been covered by your insurance...but the physical therapy that will follow is sadly not covered."

I wince, sighing into my palm. "...and how much would that be?"

A few more clicks, a sigh, and a glance back at us. "You'd need around 2 months of therapy, $100 a day. So...around $6,000..."

I groan, tapping my foot anxiously. "That's like 8 months of work..." I mutter under my breath. My head already pounding, this is gonna be tough...I won't be able to spend like any money for the next two months for this! I mean, this is going to absolutely destroy my wallet. Literally. What am I going to do? If only I had paid attention because I'm stupid. I'm so stupid and-

"Tree, breathe. You're panicking again." Black Hole whispers, their voice softly cutting through the air. I take a deep, shaky breath. It's fine, it's going to be fine. "Thank you..." I choke softly, my hands slowly stop trembling.