wonder / S.M

two.

an hour had past since i last checked on shawn, i figured it'd probably be nice of me to see how he's doing.

i knocked on the door, not hearing a response. i peeped my head in and saw him lying there, fiddling with his fingers.

"how are you doing?" i asked.

"im ok." he mumbled.

"alright, well it looks like we can release you some time tomorrow. do we need to get ahold of your parents or anythi-"

"no! no please don't." he said before i could finish my sentence.

"ok then. is there anything else you want to tell me?" i asked, sitting by him where i usually do.

"you know, you are only a doctor. you're not my therapist." he snapped.

wow! this kid has major mood swings. i understand he's just coming back to life from being all groggy from overdosing on sleep meds, but that was absolutely unnecessary.

i raised my eyebrows and faked a cough.

"i apologize for trying to help. and i see since you don't need anything, i'll be leaving now." i said getting up and walking towards the door.

just as i was about to walk out, he said something.

"wait, im sorry. that was wrong of me to say." he said.

"you're right. you understand all i want is to try and help, right?" i asked.

"yeah, i get that. it's just hard for me to open up to anyone now. ive lost trust in everyone." he said, the hurt showing in his voice.

"i understand. but for me to help you, i need to learn about you. you know, you really make me wonder. maybe i should start calling you wonder boy." i said, earning an adorable laugh from him.

"wonder boy. cute." he joked.

i smiled, resting my hand on the doorknob.

"well, i'm gonna go now." i said.

"please don't. no matter how much it may not seem so, i enjoy your company." he said, pouting slightly.

"i wish i could stick around shawn, but i have some other things that need to be done. and after that, ill come back and check on you again, but then im off for the evening. then i'll see you again first thing tomorrow morning. ok?" i explained.

he sighed and looked at me.

"ok." he nodded.

i gave him a weak smile and walked out.

god.

what is this boy doing to me.

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Shawn's POV

i sighed as i sat in the uncomfortable hospital bed. this stupid gown they made me wear is horrible. i feel like im in a plastic bag.

i feel really lonely in here. i mean, it's not like i've never been lonely before. that is the reason i'm in here. but can't think of anyone i would want here right now. except my mother, but that's impossible. she passed away ten years ago in a car wreck with my dad, but my dad survived. how convenient.

my dad has always been abusive towards me and he was towards my mom as well. he and my mom were on horrible terms at the time of the wreck, i think he set everything up. he didn't care if he got hurt, he just wanted to get rid of her without making it seem like it was the plan.

i hate my dad. absolutely hate him. he's been a horrible person to have in my life. and he has led me to the horrible things i have done. i wish it would've been him. then me and my mom could've gotten away, we could've lived a normal life.

and i wish ariana was with me right now.

wait, no.

there i go again.

getting attached too fast. way too fast.

that's what i do when decent people step in my life.

i get too attached, then i get hurt.

but it's like i cant feel pain anymore. it's like it's there, but i can't feel it.