Stutter | A Jaspar Fanfic

13. Testosterone Boys

Joe hated waking up. All he wanted to do was rest until his head was fully healed, but his body must've been having none of his shit since he woke up the next morning after he had his rape kit done. It wasn't anything like in the unrealistic movies; the minute he opened his eyes, he immediately closed them since the bright light of his hospital room burned his eyes. He had to open and close them many times before they finally fully opened, even if he was squinting slightly as his eyes tried to adjust to the light.

There was a couple of minutes before he could fully open his eyes. Joe's head was throbbing and he brought a hand up to it, cradling the side of his head softly. The young teen tried to curse, but the minute he tried, a weak whimper fell from his lips; the back of his throat feeling as if it had been replaced with sandpaper.

He stared down at his feet, trying to figure out what to do. He'd been sleeping for so long, he didn't even have an idea of what he was let along what he should do.

Joe laid his on his pillow, feeling his breath come out of his mouth since his nose was so stuffy. The memory of what had happened flooded back in pieces. First he remembered crawling through all the teens and seeing Caspar and Travis start to fight, causing his breath to quicken. Then he remembered the gun and hitting the ground and he brought his hands up to his face, breathing in deeply. He stayed like that for a moment, trying to think of something to do, bringing his hand up to the bandage wrapped around his head and caressing it, felling the sticky substance that leaked through it.

Joe's eyes then darted around the room. There were gift cards on his table, one of them from his Nan sitting up to stare at him. There were also slightly deflated balloons, and fake, colorful flowers. He then looked at the window and the chairs cluttered around it before looking at the small bedside table he had next to him; a Call for Nurse button on it. Joe leaned over, ignoring his head spinning, holding down on the button for a couple of seconds before pulling back, listening to the large beep that followed.

"Macy, Joe Sugg is awake," he heard a male voice say before a small thump as he was cut off from the conversation that followed.

He tried to relaxed but ended up glancing around the room and then up at the I.Vs attached to the veins in the bend of his elbow. Joe bent it for fun and winced at the slight pain he felt as the needle poking inside of him. He just let himself go limp and stared at the ceiling while he waited for the nurse to come in.

She came in a couple of moments later, a small smile on her face and a clipboard in her arms, a man next to her. He was wearing a regular casual outfit with a white coat over it, and she was wearing white pants with a black nurse type shirt on, pens attached to the inside of her pocket.

"Hello, Mr. Sugg," She said, pulling up a chair and sitting next to him as the man went and looked at the files next to his bedside, taking them out and flipping through them. "Are you feeling anything bad right now?"

Joe tried to talk but he couldn't coughing at the rough texture of his throat. The nurse went red and stood up, mumbling something to him and going over to the small fridge they had in the corner and took a bottle of water out. She then walked over to them and put it to his lips, letting him take a sip.

The boy sat up and grabbed the bottle, swallowing half of the liquid in record time. Once he was done he gave it back, blinking slightly. His right arm was sore, and so was the side of his stomach.

"You've been sleeping a lot," The nurse, Macy, said. She put the cap back on the bottle and put it on the bedside. "We were starting to get worried."

Joe cleared his throat slightly before speaking. "I don't feel good, my head 'urts," he brought up a hand and cradled the side of his skull again. "What happened?"