Is He... Gay!? (boyxboy)

Chapter 25

*JAMES POV*

"Yeah, he's okay. He's been out of it for a while though. It's a miracle he even came out of it with the little damage he did", I heard a voice talking; were they talking about me?
I try to sit up but failed when I realized that I was being restrained. Why are they holding me down, what could I have done? Did I do something this bad?

I try to think about why I would be in this situation but nothing is coming back. I sigh in frustration.

"Hey, you're awake", it's a voice beside me so I look over.

"Dad?", I say, my voice weak.

"Yeah, mom is here too. I'm so glad you're okay." He says coming up to my bed.

"What happened? Why are you guys back so early?", I say looking at him. I have to squint because the lights are too bright.

"Early? Son... do you know what day it is?", he says, looking at me skeptically.

"It's Saturday right? The 15th.", I say, knowing that the day I saw Maya on a Friday. I remember talking to Grant but I don't think that was on a Friday.

"It's Monday. You've been sleeping for 3 weeks.", he says still looking at me. I know he sees the shock in my face.

"What do you mean for 3 weeks!? I need to get out of here".

I need to see Grant.

I try to sit up again forgetting I'm still restrained. Dad sees me struggling and goes out to call for a nurse.

I lay back, already feeling weak.

I don't even know how I got into the hospital.

"... when I saw your hair on the stretcher"

Grant's words hit me like a brick. I was on a stretcher?

What happened to me? And where is my phone? I need to call Maya and let her know I'm okay. I don't even know if she came to see me.

My dad walks back in with a smile on his face, "I spoke to the doctor in the hallway, he said that you can go home tonight after they watch you for a few more hours."

I shake my head, "okay, but where's my phone?"

He looks around before answering , " I don't know James, I guess they never recovered it from the accident."

I look at him with confusion written all over my face, "An accident? I was in an accident?". 

"Yes, a car accident. We don't know exactly what happened but the other driver is no where to be found. You broke your arm and had bruised ribs. It's a miracle you came out with that."

"Then how come I can't remember what happened?" I asked, still not convinced. 

"You hit your head on the steering wheel. I guess it gave you some brain damage but the doctor said that you'll heal on your own", he sips on the coffee he has. he looks extremely tired, like he hasn't slept in days. I wonder if it's because I'm in the hospital. 

"I want to go home now.", I say looking at him. I hope the puppy dog look I'm giving him can help me out. he looks at me for a while and sighs. 

"I'll go talk to the doctor.", he says while getting up. 

When he gets to the door, I see my mom walking by him. They top by the door and I can hear them whispering. 

Well, angry whispering. 

"No, I can't Donald. I can't do this.", she says folding her arms. 

"Only a while longer okay? We have to make sure he's okay before we do anything crazy.", my dad says and continue past her. She walks into the room with a smile on her face. 

It's fake; I can see the tear stains on her face. 

"Hi, honey. I'm glad you're awake. I was so worried about you", she says walking towards the bed. 

I look up at her, "What were you and dad just talking about?"

She looks away, avoiding my question, "You know when you get out of here, we should throw a party for you."

I sigh, I guess I'll have to ask my dad for more information, "yeah mom, we can do that."

She comes and hugs me and kiss my forehead. I lay back on the bed and try to gather my thoughts. What really happened and why did the other driver just... leave?

"Son! You can come home today", my dad says walking back into he room. My mom leaves right after and I sit up. 

"Great, thanks dad. I'll get ready."

I sit up and get out of the bed. My legs feel wobbly but I can stand up and walk. 

I grab my clothes, not bothering to even change and throw my shoes on. 

I walk out of the hospital, my mind full of questions. 

After about another 20 minutes of a quiet drive, we finally arrive home. I hurriedly hop out of the car and run to the steps and opening the door. 

SURPRISEEEE WELCOME HOME JAMES!

I nearly died right there.