for you; || c.gallagher

twentythree;

Bright lights blinded my vision, making me immediately squint my eyes shut. I opened them into slits but it was still too much for me to bear. I tried to move my hand up to cover my face but my arm ached. My whole body ached. Machines were beeping everywhere. I saw tubes everywhere. One of which was down my throat. I crinkled my nose as I lifted my sore arm up to take it out. My mouth was dry and my lips felt cracked. I took a look around again. My room. This is my room. I look to the side of me. There was an empty nightstand and an empty bed. Next to the empty bed was a vase of flowers, but I knew they weren't mine.
The empty bed gets flowers? How does that work?
My vision started to become normal, and I took in the current situation. I'm awake. I was in a coma. I'm awake. Does anyone know I'm awake? Where are the doctors? The nurses?

I had no clue what to do, so I started to press buttons. Which was probably not the best idea, but I knew one of them was an assistance button. In a few minutes, a nurse with a clipboard came in. She looked up from her clipboard as she walked through the door of my room. Her eyes became wide, and she ran out to call the doctors on my case.

A few medical procedures had to happen to remove some of the tubes, but it was worth it in the end. I was on bedrest and I could go home the next day (AN: in real life they obvi wouldn't let her go in a day but let's just pretend ok). Another nurse was setting me up in my bed, and in my new room the tv in the corner was playing The Simpsons.
"Have you contacted my guardian?" I asked the nurse. She looked up from setting up my tray of food and quickly picked up the clipboard that was hanging off my bed. She started to shake her head.
"No we haven't, here it doesn't list anyone to be contacted."
I stood in confusion as Lisa started to play her saxophone in the background.
"My aunt, Margaret, you haven't contacted her?" I questioned further. She continued to shake her head.
"It says here that she had requested and succeeded in no longer having custody over you."
I sat up quickly in the bed, my hospital gown showing through under the blanket.
"Since when?" I asked in a panicked tone. Why would she ever do that? She knows I don't have anyone else.
"Since three years ago I believe."
I could tell she started to get uncomfortable as I had started to become more panicked.
"What? That makes no sense, I hadn't even lived with her three years ago."
"You were admitted here over three years ago. She revoked custody of you a month after you were first admitted," she said, as she stopped making eye contact with me.

It's been three years?

"How old am I?" I asked quickly. She glanced down at my chart once more.
"You are going to be eighteen years old in a couple of months."
I sat back in awe. Three years. Three fucking years! My life was already shit and now I'm waking up from being in a coma, only to find out I have no where to live and am going to be out of the system? Don't get me wrong, the system was a living hell. But how the hell am I supposed to get my life back on track? These were all questions I couldn't even answer myself.

"We did call someone I believe," the nurse spoke up after flipping a couple of pages.
"Are you familiar with a Wesley Tucker?" She asked, finally meeting my eyes. I felt my forehead wrinkle up. I had heard that name before but didn't know where from.
"I don't believe so."
"He had requested for us to contact you when you had woken up."
I laughed. A total stranger is more interested in my well being than anyone I know. I nodded at the nurse and told her thank you, and she left.

I woke up the next day, and pressed the assistance button. I knew today was the day I would be going home. Well, whatever home was. The nurse came in with the belongings I had on me when I was first admitted, and I almost felt like I was going to vomit. The clothes were covered in blood and hair, making me wonder what happened. The doctors had explained to me I was involved in a hit and run but they didn't give me any details. The white dress was the most bloody of all. It made me wonder if something else went on that night for me to be able to get that much blood on an article of clothing. The nurse had also brought me clothes from the lost and found, basically a pair of basketball shorts and a musty smelling sweatshirt. But I was still very grateful.

They wheelchaired me outside to the front, where everyone is usually picked up or dropped off.
"Why am I out here?" I asked the man who was pushing my wheelchair.
"We are waiting for Mr. Tucker to come and pick you up."
I sat slumped back in my wheelchair and thoroughly confused. I didn't ask him anything more because he probably wouldn't have the answers I wanted. A black Jeep pulled up and out hopped a kid with black hair and black sunglasses on. He took them off to reveal his emerald green eyes. He smiled as he came up to me and I felt my face flush. He hovered over me as he stuck his hand out for me to shake.
"Hi, I believe we have seen each other before but have never officially met. I'm Wesley. Wesley Tucker."
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Here is the long awaited and long (sort of) update. I hope it's great because I am adding a few new things to hopefully spice it up a bit. Anyways... Thank you all sO much for 75 thousand reads, like that is unbelievable to me. Expect more updates in the future! I'm planning on updating my other story very soon.
- Gallaghoe