No Fears

Chapter 2- Scott

I WAS FUCKING TIRED. And hungry. And probably smelly. I had been sitting in this waiting room for ten hours now, and only managed to sleep for two of them. The doctor said he would wake up only after a few hours, but he hadn't. They told me that I shouldn't worry though, said that some patients with head concussions took longer to wake up than others. Specially one that had been on drugs.

Oh the drugs, right. He was facing some shit when he got out of here. The doctor told me that as it was his first felony- the first felony that they knew of- he would probably get out with bail and tons of community service. How the fuck could he had been so damn stupid? How had he tried to do something like that, and to Aly, for Christ's sake, I could not understand. She was such a good person, she didn't deserve what he had done to her. I shouldn't be here now, I should have left and leave him to his mercy, but I couldn't. I knew what he had been going through at home, this past months. I was the only one who knew, apart from his family. I wasn't saying it made what he did okay or justifiable in any way, I was only saying I knew he wasn't in a good place and that it made him do crazy things.

Fuck, I hated that I still felt sorry for him, after all the shit he did.

As the time passed by, I started to picture my future self as a doctor, in a hospital just like this one. I watched lots of doctors pass by the glass window of the room, with their coats and stethoscopes hanging around their necks. I couldn't see myself like one of them as much as I tired. I knew I would be one though, after I graduated from Harvard Med. Just like my father, and his father, and his father before that. He hadn't given me much of a choice in the matter, but I was content with the idea. The human body had always intrigued me after all. Maybe I couldn't see myself as a doctor right now, but I was sure that would change in a few years.

"Family of Davis, Austin?" A nurse asked as she walked inside the waiting room. I got up.

"That would be me." I said as I stood up. I wasn't exactly family, but I was as close as it could get. I guess I used to be like family at least, I didn't know if I was cool to hang out with him anymore. But right now, I needed to talk to him. I needed to hear his part of the story.

"And his parents?" She asked looking around for them.

"His mother is not here yet. She had to take care of something at home but she will come to pick him up when he is discharged." I explained. As he was a minor, they had the legal obligation to reach his parents, I didn't want to give them her number at first. She had already too much in her plate to worry about this, but they convinced me at the end. She talked to a different nurse, who had managed to tell her what was wrong with him and avoided scaring the shit out her at the same time. Maybe that was a required skill in the job.

"Okay then, come with me please." She told me. Luckily, he hadn't been admitted to the ICU, if not, I was sure I wouldn't be allowed to see him.

"Is he awake?" I asked.

"Yes, has been for about thirty minutes now. His stats are looking good, I'm sure he will be discharged in a couple of hours." She answered. "He hasn't stopped asking for someone called Aleena, though. Do you know how she is?" She asked.

Why would he be asking for her?

"Yeah, it's his ex-girlfriend." I told her. I wouldn't go into details with a complete stranger.

"I see..."

"He will have to settle with me though." I said as we reached his room.

"I guess he will." She said. "I'll have to warn you before you come in, he is still a little shaken up after the fight, and he doesn't recall anything that happened. Memory loss is a common factor in concussions, but I'm sure it will all come back. Slowly and maybe in pieces, but it will return. I was hoping you would help him understand what went down with those guys last night. I had only been able to fill him in with the information you provided us, but he says he has no idea what I'm talking about." She finished.