Chapter 14

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The doctors are having me leave the hospital in a wheel chair due to the fracture in my leg. Bright side is Alex gets to ride on my lap as she sleeps, resting her head on my shoulder. The automatic doors of the hospital open and I see my parents and Anna on the other side. My mother's face is mixed with joy and fear. My father shows me no emotion. Anna's face is joyful that we are both okay.


"Hey everyone, Alex is asleep, so you guys need to be quiet." I whisper to my family as I wheel forward toward the car. My dad opens the door and puts Alex in carefully. My father then helps me out of the wheel chair and onto crutches. I get in the car and place the crutches next to me in the front seat. I lean my head back and close my eyes.


"So, Tyler care to explain what happened?" My father asks me with a bit of anger showing in his voice. I open my eyes and turn my head.


"We were coming back from the Grapevine, the light turned green, and then I blacked out, woke up half an hour later in an ambulance and I passed out again. Then I woke up in a hospital bed eleven hours later. A doctor came in and told me I could go home, and here we are." I explain to my father, and the rest of my family. My mother's face is grim, my father's too. Anna has a blank expression on her face, as if she knew something I didn't. I lean my head back again, and close my eyes so I could try and get some sleep. I dream of that night. I relive getting hit by that truck hundreds of times before I wake up in my bed. I pull out my phone and check the time and date. Monday one o'clock. I grab my crutches and limp down the stairs. "Hey, dad why am I not at school?"


"Well, you just got home from the hospital, I was gonna let you miss today and tomorrow and send you back Wednesday, unless of course you want to go back." His starts to laugh as he sips his coffee. I shoot him a dirty look as I grab some bread. I put the bread in the toaster and set it to three.

"What do the numbers mean? Like they're there but what is their purpose?" I ask my dad randomly. He looks at me confused and starts to drink his coffee again.

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