after that my parents came in and troye's face lit up like a christmas tree seeing them.
"oh my god troye honey are you alright?!"
" 'm holding in there" he said though he could barely move
"such a horrible horrible thing that happened...." my mom said with worry and sadness in her eyes.
i was startled when my mom yelled "DONT YOU EVER DRIVE DRUNK DO YOU HEAR ME JACOB TAYLOR BIXENMAN?", giving me a stern look.
i held my hands up in defense "yes mom i would never!"
"good... now, troye honey you're gonna have to stay here for a couple nights until you recover but then you can come back home with us and jesus, i'm j-just so glad you're alive"
and then my mom started crying
"carrie, it's okay he's fine" my dad comforted her
"i know b-but its just he could have died! like peter!" troyes eyebrows ruffled in confusion, "and peter shouldnt have done that and it's a horrible sickening thing that happened" she cried
"wait peter died?" troye said stunned.
"i dont know if i should feel bad for him or not honestly!" my mom said plopping down in a chair in the room with her hand over her forehead.
troye looked at me with a scared look in his eyes. i could tell he was searching his mind, analyzing everything.
"tro you know it's got your fault" he looked like he was about to cry
we left after that since troye had to eat and go in for x rays to make sure everything was healing properly.
