Grey

25.

Greyson's POV

"The police are waiting to speak with you"

My heart immediately starts beating at a million beats per minute. Amanda gives me a worried look. There's no other way around this. I'm finally beginning to understand what Amanda, my psychiatrist, and Daniel have been saying to me all along. I had to love myself  before I would ever be able to love anyone else. My self hatred and anger; my willingness to just throw everything away at any moment was what put Daniel in that hospital bed. I was willing to change but the first step to fixing any of this mess was to take responsibility for it. It was my fault that everything had escalated to this point. If I hadn't acted out against my mom then none of this would've happened. I was the one who brought the gun into the room. I was the one who had planned to die, and I was the one who failed and got Daniel shot.

As I walked towards the other side of the waiting room where two officers in full uniforms stood waiting to speak to me I couldn't get the images of Daniel bleeding and scared from my mind. How he laid lifeless on the gurney before the paramedics shocked his heart back to life. How I thought I would never be able to see him smile, laugh, or talk to me for hours about Lord of the Rings again.

After this mess, I doubted that my mother would bother Daniel or his family ever again. Her reputation of having a teenage boy shot in her house was probably already on the news. I had millions of dollars in trust fund money willing to give to Daniel and his family to ensure that they wouldn't have to move or sell their house. Daniel deserved to be happy and he didn't need someone as toxic as me or my family in his life.

So as one of the officers looked me in my eye and asked;

"Can you explain to us how Daniel Connors was shot in your home?"

I knew what I had to do.

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Daniel's POV

I woke up to a complete feeling of numbness. I couldn't feel any of my limbs. I could see that I was laying on a fluffy hospital bed in a room with blue walls. I tried to lift myself up on the pillows but I couldn't. I couldn't move at all. I felt so weak, and I couldn't move. Couldn't feel my body. Couldn't feel anything. I could see from my peripheral vision someone standing in the corner of the room.

"Well spank me cross-eyed and call me a biscuit!" Amanda shouted obnoxiously as she ran up to the side of the hospital bed.

I groaned at the high pitched volume of her voice, wanting to lift my arms to cover my ears but completely unable to.

"I thought you'd be happier to see me after you basically died on everyone. You're so dramatic Daniel. Did you really have to go and die? Like your heart stopped beating a whole ass minute. I thought I lost my best friend. You're lucky you didn't die or I would've killed you. You can't leave me-"

"You're so crazy." I said laughing. My voice sounded off as if I'd been asleep for a long time.

"Amanda where is everyone? Where is Greyson?"

Amanda looked at me worriedly blue eyes scrunching together like they normally did when she was hiding something.

"I'm going to get a doctor and let them know you're awake."

"No, Amanda what's going on? And why can't I feel my arms or legs?" I said growing irritated at the fact that I couldn't move.

"Oh you're paralyzed."

"Paralyzed!?"

I couldn't be paralyzed. There were so many things I never got to do. Like jogging, or hiking, or losing my virginity. Well maybe not the first two considering that I hated doing anything physical but paralyzed? This was too much.

"Oops, I meant temporarily paralyzed. The doctors gave you some  heavy anesthetics due to the gun shot wound. They didn't want you to feel everything at once when you woke up.

"I hate you." I say breathing out a sigh of relief.

"Where's Greyson?" I say looking around the room expectantly.

"Daniel your parents are here in the hospital, and they probably would want to know you're awake. Plus the doctors-

"I don't give a damn about the doctors. Where is Greyson?"

It was clear that she was stalling. The fearful look in her eyes coming back. Something bad must have happened. My first thought was maybe he attemped taking his life again. My heart dropped at the thought and suddenly I felt like my throat was closing up.

"Please tell me he's still alive." I managed to squeak out.

"He's still alive but-" Amanda said hesitantly.

"But? But what? Where is he!? Why isn't he here!?"

"Daniel, you have to understand that you've been in a coma for about three weeks. You can't see it but there's a tube in your stomach and-

"Th-Three weeks!? What?" I said.

"Daniel calm down, you sustained a gun shot wound to the stomach and had to be brought back to life. You have to understa-"

"Stop." I say cutting her off again. This was all too much. She came in here acting as if everything was normal but nothing was normal. Everything was extremely messed up.

Wh-where's Greyson? I want to see him." I demanded.

"Daniel trust me, Greyson would be here if he could but he can't."

"He can't? What do you mean he can't?"

"Daniel, Greyson is in jail."