Ethan's POV
"Ethan, baby, wake up." A soft voice called out and I felt a hand shake my shoulder.
"Mmm, five more minutes." I muttered and cuddled further into the pillow.
"You have to wake up, honey."
I opened my eyes to see my mother standing over me with her hand grasped around the pole that held the saline bag. Her hair was gone along with her breasts but there was still life in her eyes. She was dying and somehow was able to but on a happy façade for me.
"Mom..." I said in a small voice.
"Come sit with me, baby." She said and took my hand, leading me over to the hospital bed where she had lain for weeks on end.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"It's the cancer, Ethan. It's killing me and I don't know how much longer I can hold on. But I want you to be strong for me, okay? Josh is going to take care of you and you'll have Carter and Bas as your brothers. You'll live with them from now on."
"Mom, please don't go." I pleaded as tears rolled down my cheeks.
"I have to, baby. I can't live like this." She kissed my hand. "I love you always."
"Love you too."
My mother died that night, a few hours after we talked actually. So many tears were shed and so much anger was let out as they forced me to go wait outside. That was four months after we moved to England and two since she married Josh. Two months later, I still have the nightmares.
That's why I hate hospitals. And waking up in one was even worse.
"What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath and looked around.
Jay sat in the chair across the room with his school work out and he gave me a stern look. "Don't you dare. I will cut you if you do."
Disregarding his threat, I began to pull tubes and wires out, making machines beep and a searing pain start in the back of my head.
"Jay, you have to get me out of here." I said and rushed to get out of bed.
Jay grabbed my shoulders and sat me down again, holding me until the nurse rushed in to reattach all the wires. There was no possible way I was going to get out of there without throwing myself out the window.
"What the hell happened? Why am I here?" I asked my friend.
"Because some sick bastard decided to hit you in the back of the head with a baseball bat a few days ago." He replied.
"What?"
"Yeah, they still haven't found the guy who did it. And when they do, so help me I will get my hands on that son of a bitch."
"Where's Dean?"
"At school."
"Call him and tell him I need him here asap." I let out a shaky breath. "There's something I need to do."
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The Prince and the Peasant (boyxboy)
RomanceEthan Monterio has lived all of his life as a peasant in the modern world. He has only been told that he is going to be nothing when all he wants to do is be important. He has hopes and aspirations beyond his low life but know he will never be able...
