Cavalry Corp.

Chapter 2

    I remember several people gathering around me, several shouts to call 911, and several cars crashing. I only thought about my guards, praying that they were alright. I was taken to Berkeley Rose Memorial Hospital, and put into intensive care. 

     It took 4 surgeries in total, there was a lot of bleeding, and they were able to make me look somewhat normal again, with major scarring making me look like cookie dough ice cream, but I was lucky to even be alive so I took what I got. My mother was the first person to visit me, she cried the entire visit and apologized for not being there, I told her that I understood, next visitor was Cynthia.

"If I had just stayed focused you might have gotten there and prevent this somehow." Cynthia lamented. "It wouldn't have made a difference, there was an explosive inside the truck, I was targeted." I responded, hugging Cynthia. 

     Charlie and Jordan visited me next. Charlie brought a care package of everything I needed so I didn't die of boredom. Jordan, though he barely knew me, brought me some food because based on his own experience, hospital food tasted like, and I quote: "rotting donkey feet". 

     I asked a nurse if my bodyguards were alright, one of them died, the driver, he had been doing his job for 14 years, his daughter was about to have a baby, he never got to see his grandson, the daughter actually came into my room to yell at me, and I couldn't bring myself to apologize, it wasn't my fault, what was I supposed to say? I spent all night crying.

     After 2 months I was able to finally leave the hospital. I wanted to burn the place down, I still do honestly. I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking about it. I missed so much, I missed Cynthia redesigning and naming our robot, she titled it 'The Flied Piper' cheesy I know.

      I found out that Charlie passed his science test and won the away game against Angeles High. I managed to build up the courage to finally ask out Jordan, over a chess match, which he beat me in. He had to decline however because with his police officer dad and engineer mom, the guy had no free time, always helping his mom with her machines or tending to his fathers injuries he got on patrol.

      I got a long break from school for in-home recovery, which I watched movies, played online chess with Jordan, read several books, and looked into some of Cynthia's LGBT fanfics because I had nothing left to do, people come up with weird stuff.

    My mom was as present as she could be, often barging in during my reading hour, she once busted in on me flirting with Jordan over chess, which led to a talk shout sexual preference, a talk that left me apscarred more than the truck accident.

     My return to th school warranted celebration apparently because as soon as I walked into the building, I was blasted by an Olympic swimming pool of confetti. I was glad people were happy I was alive, but no one was talking about the one man who died, that made me mad. I often saw several signs of people's joy of me returning to school. I really didn't get it, I was physically fine for a solid 3 weeks, why are people just now celebrating my health. I understand now, but back then a I was clueless.

      I was able to catch up in school within the next few days, we got to watch a movie, we watched movies that day because it was 2010 day, we got to see every box-office hit from 2000-2020, which included those old Marvel movies, which I saw thanks to my grandpa David Cavalier. Robert Downey Jr.s performance of Tony Stark always gave me goosebumps because of how good he was playing the role.

     It was overall a good day, though some people found it suspicious that I came back on 2010 day but I shrugged it off. I was surrounded by friends, and on my way to recovery. That didn't last long of course.

(Bam, Chapter 2 has been re-written, a I know it's a lot shorter than its predecessor but it is of much higher quality in my opinion.)