The Badass Nerd

Chapter Eleven ~ Getting Weaker

Fredrick Hinder (Fred) above ^^

Merryn's POV

"That was good, but not great," Jerry explains, "You keep forgetting to block your left hip."

Jerry and I have just finished our session and he pushed me to the limit. I have became a lot weaker than I used to be, probably because Jerry has always pushed me to the max and I haven't been trained by him in years.

"I know Jerry," I state while packing up all my things, "It's difficult though, you know? I haven't been practicing with you for ages and I guess that I just stopped pushing myself unknowingly."

There is a pit of guilt in the bottom of my stomach. I've let Jerry down by not training as hard as I could have been, and I've also let Timmy and Tommy down by not visiting. I could have visited but like I said before, I guess it was because Jerry was probably dead.

"I see where you're coming from, so to fix this just stop by for a few sessions every couple weeks, okay?" He suggests. I nod my head and he continues, "So how's the gang going?"

"We're all great. Fred is in the hospital and should be waking up soon, and according to Justin we have to go up against another gang soon."

Just thinking about Fred makes the pit of guilt grow. I haven't went and visited in a while now. I should go and visit today. Actually, the whole gang should. I don't want to repeat what I did with Tim and Tom.

"Bless him, what happened this time?" Jerry wonders, concerned.

I laugh, Fred is the one in the gang who is always breaking his bones. God knows how many times he's been emitted to hospital, "He got into an accident with a drunk driver, he's in a medical coma."

"Poor thing."

"Yeah," I agree, "Well I should be getting off now, I want to see him before visiting hours are over. Tell Tim and Tom that I'll see them soon?"

Jerry nods his head and we quickly hug before I leave. On the way out I say goodbye to Billy and then make my way to the glass doors again remembering the memories that had in this building

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I'm going to visit Fred, do you and the gang want to come? X - M

I send the text to Justin just as I reach the hospital. Justin and I are definitely the closest out of everyone in the group. We just have the extra part of the friendship. He was the first one I met at the fighting bar, all those years ago. The fighting bar was the place where the Pythons were formed; our gang. And Justin and I just kicked it off immediately. I'm close with everyone else, but Justin and I just have something unique that I can't describe.

"Fredrick Hinder," I say to the receptionist as I walk inside. All I can smell is disinfectant and I hate it. I've always hated the hospital, have you? I really hate the doctor and nurses poking and prodding you all the time.

"He's on ward three and in room fifteen," She replies politely. I nod my head with a smile as a thank you and make my way to the stairs, not bothering to use the elevator as it's only a few floors up.

When I first met Fred I always thought that his name was Fred, honestly. I never knew it was Fredrick until last year. The gang and I were over his house and he must have done something to annoy his mother, because his mother ended up using his first name. I must have looked like a fucking high seal or something because I was there pissing myself on the floor with laughter.

A few minutes later I reach Fred's room and take a deep breath before opening the door. I take a quick glance around the stereotypical hospital room before resting my eyes on the brunette boy. I place my bag at the end of the hospital bed and sit myself down in one of the uncomfortable chairs, carefully taking his hand in my own.

I guess that you could say I have a strong bond with Fred as well as Justin, but Justin and I's bond is all the time, where as Fred and I's bond is only at its strongest when it needs to be. For example when I got into a car accident myself he was always there beside me and never left, always saying that I'd live and getting better. Or when he caught me cutting again a few months ago, he stopped me a promised me that life would work out.

Maybe this is because we used to date last year. Yes Fred and I dated. He confessed to me that he had feelings for me, and whether or not they were strong, they were still there and he wanted to give things a go. I can't not say that I didn't have feelings for him either, so I did agree. But I just guess that it didn't really suit us because next thing you know we aren't together anymore. I broke it off with Fred because I was the first one to realize that it wasn't right. I know I've lost my feelings towards him, but I can't say the same for Fred. Chloe keeps on telling me that he likes me still but I don't believe her.

I shake my head, getting rid of the thoughts clouding my mind, and look at the person asleep. He looks so peaceful yet broken. He still has a cut on his face from where a gash was given from the car, and you can see the sight bruising there, but he definitely looks better than when the accident occurred.

"Hi," I whisper, realizing that I haven't said anything yet. People who are in comas can hear you. They're awake but they are just paralyzed and can't open their eyes.

"I'm sorry that I haven't came to visit you in a while," I state, rubbing his hand gently in mine, "The doctor said that you should be waking up soon and I hope he's right. I want to talk to you when you can talk back."

I sigh and sit back in the chair, still holding his hand.

"Jerry's back," I say after a while, "He was asking about how you were this afternoon. I said you were in hospital and then we had a laugh at all those times you broken your bones. Like that one time when we were both messing around in the pool and slipped trying to get out. You broke your right ankle and had to lay down on me and Sam in the back of the car on the way to this all too familiar place."

I laugh at my words, memories of that day flooding back in a second. His mother fainted because she could see how badly he'd broken his ankle so we had to take two separate cars. One with Fred in and the other one with his mother.

My laughter is cut short by a hand tightening around mine own. I gasp and look up at Fred whose eyes are wide open and sparkling blue.

"I've missed that laugh."

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Hi guys. Two update for you. I can't believe that Fred is awake and a lot of explaining will need to be done in the next chapter. Thank you for reading.

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Sudie ❦