Caught In The Crossfire

Caught In The Crossfire- Chapter 2

                Waking up in the hospital I couldn’t remember much; just that I got shot by some psycho who shot up are school and I faintly remember waking up in the ambulance for a few seconds but after that it’s all blank. I turned my head to see my mom, dad and brother sitting there looking like they haven’t slept in days and dozing off a little. I groaned then tried to stretch but felt an instant pain in my chest. I look down and lifted up the hospital gown and saw a big patch a little under where my heart would be.

“Victor!” My mom cried, quickly coming over and hugging me so tightly. If I wasn’t sore already I was definitely sore now.

“Alright mom.” I sighed.

“Let the boy breath.” My dad cut in. My mom let go but grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let go. I had to say even though I could’ve died all this attention I was getting was not really necessary in my book or wanted. Of course when I was about to die I wanted to be with my family but now that I’m not I’d like everything to go back to normal; starting with my family being cautious of my temper and keeping their distance but I guess since my mom is all emotional right now I can bear it for a little while just for her. My dad came up beside me and ruffled my hair then placed his hand on my shoulder. Mike, my brother stood there looking at me like he didn’t know how to react.

“Go get the doctor, Mike.” My mom said to Mike. He left out and came back with the doctor. He checked out my wound then talked to my parents about physical therapy. I just say there barely listening wanting to go home already.

“So can I go home today?” I interrupted.

“Well you’ve only been here for 2 days so we would like you to stay here for a couple more days just so we can keep an eye on you.” The doctor suggested.

“If I stay here for a couple more days I’m not doing that physical therapy crap. I just want to go home; I’m not dying so why can’t I go home?” I asked in an annoyed tone. The doctor paused not knowing what to say, I guess he didn’t expect such an attitude from me but he guessed wrong.

“We’ll just take him home and keep a close eye on him. He’s had a traumatic experience he just wants to be in the comfort of his home.” My mom said to the doctor.

“Maybe you should try and get him some therapy sessions with a therapist as well so he could have someone to talk to and won’t bottle it up.” The doctor looked at my both parents with a look like he was strongly advising it.

“That’s not happening. I don’t need some wacko trying to diagnose me with something I don’t have.” I flung the covers off me and tried to get out of the bed but grabbed my side as soon as I stepped foot on the ground. “Mike, come help me! Hand me my clothes.”

                The doctor took my parents outside the room to talk and I knew he was trying to convince them about the therapy but I don’t care what my parents say I wasn’t going to go.  Slowly putting on my clothes trying to endure the pain but it was extremely hard, I clinched my jaw together trying to hold it together not showing how much pain I was actually in. After about an hour we finally got to leave. We went straight home and I went upstairs in my room to lie down as soon as we got there. My mom came in and gave me my pills I had to take then brought me dinner and kept checking in on me all night until about 10pm, when she went to sleep. Around 11pm there was a knock on my door then Mike opened it, walking in.

“Hey.” He said quietly.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing just coming to check on you.” He said standing in the middle of the room awkwardly.

“Well I’m doing good.” I said sitting up a little. He didn’t say anything; he just looked at the floor. I knew he was scared and if there was anyone I hated to see upset or scared it’s my brother, only I can mess with him and I didn’t like that he was scared. Even more he was scared to talk to me about it. I guess he just doesn’t want to lose his big brother. “Do you want to come in here and hang out with me for a little?”