Through the Wringer

septdecim

"Dalton, hey, wake up buddy." Corbin said. I groggily opened my eyes, having slept for last duration of the trip. I looked around, noticing I was no longer in the car. I was in a sort of pastel-blue room, but I couldn't really tell because it was kind of dark. Then, someone turned a light on.
It looked to be a bedroom. My wheelchair was in the corner, by a pair of crutches. All of my stuff was in the room, but not put away. Corbin was sitting on the edge of my bed, just inches from me. I felt uncomfortable, but didn't express it. The entire room was an unfamiliar place to me, and it didn't help to have this pretty new face obviously having been watching me sleep. Goosebumps rose up on my skin, and I shivered. Struggling to push myself into a sitting position, I rubbed my eyes. Maybe this was a really weird mirage, that I was going to snap out of and wake up at home, as if everything was a dream. Sadly, I knew it wasn't. Taking another look around, I noticed Jocelyn in the doorway, by the light switch. From the obvious lack of light coming in through the window, it had to be maybe 9:30-10:00 at night. Why would they want to wake me up this late?
   "Why am I up..." I asked, softly.
   "Well, we got home late, and you were asleep," Corbin said. "We decided to let you sleep until dinner time."
   "What time even is it?" I asked.
   "It's.. 10:24." Jocelyn said, glancing at her phone.
   "Okay.." I said, finally sitting up all the way. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and standing up. I hopped over to the crutches and grabbed them, but then-
"How about the chair, Dalton? The crutches are probably dangerous with your arm in the condition it is." Jocelyn said. The comment was obviously more of a command than an interrogative statement, so I hopped over to the chair and sat in it, then pushing my way down the hall and into the kitchen. Marcy was already sitting there, picking at her dinner. It looked to be rice with chicken. Corbin and Jocelyn came down the stairs after me and sat down. I wheeled up to the spot and looked up, making sure the Lanes family didn't have any prayer before dinner. Everybody was eating, so I began to eat as well. It tasted good. When I finished, I took my plate to the sink, said "Thank you," and went back to my room. I started to unpack, but then someone knocked on my door.
"Hey kiddo," it was Corbin. "Don't start unpacking yet. Your actual room is upstairs. We brought your stuff in here so it would be more accessible."
"...okay." I replied.
"Get some sleep, kiddo." Corbin said, pushing me over to the bed and locking my chair. I got up and laid down again, eventually falling asleep.