by first glance (bxb)

Chapter Fifteen: Second, The Pain

Seth's Point Of View:

I was driving out of the school parking lot to the hospital. Sky forced me to leave him after a couple days. He said that I couldn't just sit there and that I shouldn't get behind on my schoolwork. I didn't want to, but I left him. It has been around eight weeks and Sky has had time to recover. I would go straight from school to the hospital and vice versa.

Today was the day for him to start walking again. Well... learn how to walk again. I stopped at his favorite fast food joint and got him food to celebrate. After the first night of the surgery, Sky was to stay in the hospital for his 6-8 week bed-rest recovery. During these weeks, Dr. Torres gave him a wheelchair to get around the hospital, if he needed. I didn't let him use it because I just carried him everywhere. Now it was time for him to start walking with the help of his crutches. I pulled up in the hospital parking lot and went inside with the food. I looked into his room to see him just laying there, staring outside at a tree, with the crutches on the floor.

"Seth! Don't go in just yet!" Dr. Torres yelled to me. She had left, back to Seattle, a couple days after Sky's surgery. I guess she came back to see him start walking again. I smiled to her.

"Hey Dr. Torres, how are you?" I asked, being polite. She just shook her head at me.

"No time for that, why is Sky refusing to walk?!" She asked me clearly frustrated.

"I don't know... maybe he was just waiting for me?" I told her, unconvincingly, and she didn't believe me.

"Dr. Stevens talked to you about how most people can get depressed because of stuff like this, right?" She asked me, me and Dr. Stevens conversation flooding back to me.

"Yeah...." I said, scratching the back of my head.

"Well, he doesn't look happy." It was true. I watched as week after week, Sky got more depressed. At times he refused to eat, saying there was no point. He would zone out a lot while talking to me, and for some reason every time I gave him a compliment, he would get upset.

"I'll get him to walk, don't worry."

"You better, his muscles are weak after everything they went through. We need him to work them as soon as possible." I nodded to her and went inside the room. I closed the door, but Sky didn't turn to see me.

"Hey Sky, I brought you your favorite food." I said, smiling, as I went up to him. He just looked at me with the same sad look on his face. He looked at the bag, then me, then out the window again.

"I'm not hungry." I sighed and sat next to his recovering leg. Seeing him like this pains me. I looked back at the crutches and picked them up.

"Well, look what we have here.... Have you tried walking yet?" I asked, already knowing the answer. He didn't look back, but shook his head. 'At least he's listening today.' I got up and yanked the covers off of him. He just looked at me, pissed.

"Come on, we have to work your muscles, so you can recover and leave this hospital." He just kept staring at me.

"What's the point?! I'm never gonna be able to walk normally again!" He yelled at me. He reached down and pulled the covers back over him.

"Yes, you are Sky." I said as I started to sit next to him. He turned to lay on his side, facing away from me.

"Can you just..." He started to say, but didn't finish. He just sighed. Dr. Torres walked in and looked at me. She mouthed 'nice job' to me and went to the other side of Sky to see his face.