Being Adopted By Yogscast

Chap. 11-The hospital

The hospital greeted us by taking John away from my grasp. They took him to the emergency room. I tried to follow, but they told me to wait.

I felt restless in the waiting room. Time seemed to go so slow-five minutes becoming five hours. I sat there, staring at the entrance, waiting. Waiting for someone to come. I hoped it would be with good news, not bad, but all I really wanted, was to be connected.

When a lady in white came in, I stood up. She beckoned me to come with her. I walked over to her and followed her down a hallway. I counted the doors as we passed. 13, 14, 15, 16.

"We're here. Your friend is in this room. He's been asking for you."

"Thank you."

She walked away. I looked at her going down the hallway. I looked at the door that read A-15. I dreaded the worst. After a few moments of asking myself if he was dying, I walked in.

The first thing I noticed was that John was sitting in bed, smiling. I knew this had to be a good sign. I smiled back. He stood up, trying to get over to me.

"Stay sitting, it will help your wound," I try to tell him, but he just keeps coming. I walk up to him, pushing him onto the bed.

"But there is no wound!"

"What? You were stabbed in the stomach!"

"Yes, but they said that there was just a small scar. They don't understand why, but it's true. Look!" He showed me the place he had been stabbed. There was only a small mark, a scar. I noticed a was staring at it. "Sorry."

"What are you sorry about," He answered back.

"I was staring. It was rude," I responded, looking in his eyes. "I know this sounds creepy, but can I touch it? I've never had a scar or anything of the sort."

"Sure. Just, don't press to hard. It still hurts a bit."

I taped the scar, a bit scared. He reassured me, so I touched it longer. It had a slightly different texture than the rest of his skin. It wasn't very noticeable anymore.

"I feel like it just keeps healing more and more."

"Me too."

John put down his shirt. I decided to call my parents.

"Hey, can you pick me up at the hospital?"

"What? What are you doing at the hospital?" My dad responds worryingly.

"John got stabbed by some dude on the street. He's fine now. Can you just come?"

"Sure thing."

I hung up and turned to John. "Have you called your parents?"

"No, the nurse said she would do that. I have to wait here until they come. It'll be really boring."

"You can talk to me!"

"You won't be here very long."

"Neither will you, John."

"I guess. It's just, what do we talk about?"

"Stuff."

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Sorry this is short, but I thought that maybe because I uploaded a chapter yesterday, it would be okay?

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~Julie-Anne