My head hurt and I tried opening my eyes but when I tried there was a sharp shooting pain up my neck and to my brain.
"Honey?" My moms voice filled my ears.
"Mom?"
"Oh my baby boy!" I felt a hand squeeze mine.
"Where am I? I can't open my eyes." I was trying not to panic.
"You're at the doctors. I came home from lunch and found you in the bathroom without your tube on. You've been out for a week because we believe you hit your head on the edge of the bath tub."
The memories came flooding back, me in the shower, me slipping and hitting my head, me trying to find my tube, and me getting ready to meet Amber. FUCK!
Snapping my eyes opening and ignoring the pain I frantically looked around meeting eyes with my mother. "Where's my phone?"
"I have it right here but the doctor has to come check on you first."
I was about to put up and argument until the doctor opened the door.
"Ah, good morning Jackson. How are you feeling? Any dizziness? Difficulty remembering?" the doctor pushed his glasses further up his nose
"I'm fine." I stated bluntly.
"Alright. You had a slight concussion due to collision to the side of your head from your fall and you were at a major loss of oxygen. We have refilled your tank and fixed your cart. I'll finish running some test and get your moms signature on some documents and then you can leave." He left the room.
"Phone please." I slowly sat up and my mom handed me it, multiple messages from Amber were waiting.
Hey, I'm here at Starbucks.
Are you here?
Are you even coming?
Thanks for standing me up.
Next day....
Jackson? I'm getting worried I forgive you okay?
Jackson...
Next day....
Hello? Should I call the CIA?
Next day...
Okay I'm going to guess either you don't want to talk or something else so if you feel like it message me back when you can
The last message was sent three days ago. I'll text her when I get home... Right now I just want to get there and be in my own damn bed.
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