Never Gonna Be Alone

Chapter 5----The New Counselor

The first thing Laten saw when he woke up was white light. He quickly shut his eyes.

'Is this heaven?' He knew it was a ridiculous thought, but he was trying to humor himself. He opened his eyes once more, and found out where he was. 'Hospital. What the hell happened?'

Then a voice called for him. Laten didn't recognize it at first.

"Laten. Laten, I know your awake."

Ah, now he knew. It was his friend, Tankie. He looked over to his friend. "What happened?"

His friend walked over to him, from leaning on the door, and sat down beside him on the bed Laten was in. "Well, you had a seizure. Apparently your flashback was so strong that you started withering on the floor screaming. We couldn't reach you, then all of a sudden you stopped." He explained.

Laten nodded. "Stopped what?" His voice was tight and slurred, seeing as he just woke up.

"Stopped twitching, moving. It happened when you were in the Emergency truck. Your heart also stopped. It took a few minutes of shocking you to get your heart back up and running again."

Laten nodded. He tried to use his hands but found that they were tied down. He looked at Tankie in confusion.

"Well, here's the best part. They found all of your cuts on your arms and body when they dressed you in the hospital gown, and to make sure you didn't cut again, they bound your wrists. Plus, they found your blade in your pocket, and they took it." Tankie explained. He felt really bad for his friend. He was going through so much, and he had to turn to a blade. He knew he wasn't really selfish. He just tried to knock some sense into him. Laten was really a sweet kid. He was a good friend. It's just that this was a touche topic. Tankie didn't blame Laten for acting like this. If Tankie was him, he would probably act the same way.

Laten's eyes grew wide. "They-they--They took my blade? Where is it?" Laten half yelled. He fought the binds that tied his wrists. "Where's my blade? Will I get it back? THEY CAN'T TOUCH ME!!! They can't touch me. Nooo...why me? It's all over now. I'm gone. I want my blade. I'll never see this again." He stopped fighting and spoke very low, seeing as it was doing nothing to help. He started crying. "What's going to happen? They'll send me away. I don't want to be away. I can't. What have I done?"

Tankie was hearing all of his best friend's rambling. He couldn't believe his ears. So, that's why he was so hesitant in telling him. He was worried they'll lock him away in here. Tankie quickly scooted by his friend's side, and hugged him. "That will never happen. Shhh...don't cry. That will not happen. They will not lock you away. No wonder you wouldn't tell me. You were afraid that you will get locked in this hospital. I promise, that is not going to happen."

Laten cried into his friend's shoulder. "No, your right. I'm so selfish. I deserve this." He cried even harder.

Tankie hugged him even tighter. "No, I know your not. I was just knocking some sense into you. I'm sorry. Hold on." He broke his hug, and untied his friend's left wrists and went to the other side to untie his other wrist. He then walked back to his original place before. He pulled Laten back into a hug. "There, how's that? You do not deserve this. Nobody does."

Laten sighed silently. "Thank you. I feel like I do. How long was I out?"

"A few days." Instead of having crazy clothes on, Tankie just had a pair of light blue jeans, and a green sweatshirt.

Just then the nurse and Laten's father walked in. "I'm glad your now awake. Some people have been worried. Your vital signs look good. Heart rate is back to normal. We'll just keep you for a few more days and you'll be on your way." He smiled at Laten.