my parents wanted to leave since they dont know how long recovery will be; it could be days even till we get to see him or receive any news.
he had some surgery on his rips and broke a couple of bones and some other stuff that my parents wont tell me. why wont they tell me?
as we were about to leave, peters parents arrived and i couldnt speak to them. i didnt even want to look at them, though their faces seemed full of remorse and sadness. i went back to sit in the waiting chairs while my parents and his talked, but i could still hear the conversation.
"henry, i dont know what to say. i'm so sorry for all of this i-i dont know how this happened" peter's dad (jerry) said to my parents.
"i dont know how this happened either... they wont tell us anything about troye and we cant see him or talk to him or anything.... how's peter doing though?" my father asked
it was quiet for a moment so i picked up my head and looked at them. peters mom started crying and his dad's face started scrunching up.
"p-peter is dead" he said, and then tried to recompose himself. peters dad started to cry his wife lead him away to go sit down. i was shocked. peter is dead.
