Breakfast went down fine. My family was around my mom when we got back. Them. They should choke on their own spit. I know it sounds cruel but it's true.
They all stare. Like I'm gonna kill them.
Five doctors come in, not five minutes later. I think they're coming in for my mom. They come by my bed side.
They reach under me and take of the bandage. They've done this before, but this time they don't put a new one on.
The wound is healing but the stiches haven't disinagrated. I'm very confused as they leave so I press the button for Doctor Steves.
"I'm on my way" echos with a static cape. I don't respond because, well I would normally. Why change I'm fine with being the bottom mat.
Doctor Steves comes in about five minutes later. "What ya need?"
"They... didn't put a new thing one" I point to my abdomen because I wasn't real spefic with what the thing was.
" You're healing quickly."
"What about my mom." I mumble under my breath.
He leans in a little to close. "She'll be fine."
I know he's lying because ever since I was young I have this ability it's called a Empath. Which means I sense others emotions. So I know he's lying. I know my mom is in pain. I know I'm not healing. I know that boy I punched isn't sorry. I know this world lies. I know my mom isn't having lunch with us.
