Hiding in the Shadows

Chapter 6 Care?

I looked around and see Brandon in the room, he was a sleep with his hand on top of mind but I didn't move it as I just look around slowly. I felt so groggy as I watch a door open and a lady in what seemed to be a nurses uniform came walking in. She had a clipboard in her hand and wasn't paying much attention til she looks up from it.

"Nice of you to be awake dear. Do you know where you are?" She looks at me and I'm guessing that she is making sure that I did not lose my memory.

"I think a hospital."

"Ok, do you know how old are you."

"I'm 17."

"Birthday?"

"December 27, 1996" I have been through this many times because of some incidents that me and my step dad's friends had.

"Ok. I will go get the doctor. Just relax and be comfortable ok?" she walked out of the room as she writes what ever she was writing on that clipboard. I sit there and looks at the table with my stuff; my cell phone, sketch book and my bag of clothes. I reached over to grab my bag and see if my pills are still in there but when I moved it there was no noise, they usaully made noise and I my hearing was very well with that. Just not worrying about it I went to grab my phone and see that I had about 25 items.

"Guess I been out for a while." I unlock my phones and see text messages, miss calls and voice mail. I decided to check the miss calls and found out that they were all from my step father which I don't know why he has called me. Ignoring the miss calls I went through my texts which we all from my step father.

(Where are you... you should have been home two days ago)

(JADE WHERE THE FUCK ARE. YOU HAVE ANOTHER APOINTMENT TO BE AT.)

I didn't reply to anyone of them and didn't even bother to listen to the voice mail. I put my phone down and let my body relax knowing that my step dad wouldn't fine me just yet, but guessing brandon's father had called him sooner or later while I was unconsions. 

After a while Brandon woke up and looked at me very happy. He had bags under his eyes though. Maybe he stayed up for a long time waiting for me to wake up. 

"I'm glad you are ok. I really was worry about you." He smiled at me and I feel really awkwardabout about all this. 

I looked down as my hair hid my eyes like I usually do when I'm scared or even nervous. "Why are you here?" It was soft but he heard it fine.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean why are you here at the hospital, with me? No one ever visits me in here, yet no one ever sees me most of the time."

He was shocked when I said this. It was what normal happens. I get bullied by kids when I was younger. Now I try to be something they don't like. 

"Just please leave. I don't need help. I can handle things on my own" I didn't look up but I did hear the door open and close.

I sighs as the doctor came into the room. They told me that I had an allergic reaction to one of the mmedications I was taking so they wanted me to stop taking all of them just to be on the safe side.

"If it wasn't for that boy you would have died."

They had me stay the night while I was conscious to see how I was actually doing. After the night they released me to go home, I also didn't see Brandon after that visit.

On my way home I was thinking about why he was there.

Does he care about me?