Oakside Forest (My 'Masky' and 'Hoodie' origin story)

Chapter 7: Forgiveness

I wake up on the ground facing the door, blood covering most of my shirt. My head is hurting so much, to the point of wanting to pass out again. I move my hand to where it hurts most, feeling blood. I instantly retract my hand, looking at the red line going down it. What happened? Did I hit my head when I passed out? I get up shakily, going to the bathroom and looking at myself in the mirror, staring at the dried streak of blood dying my hair red. I look at the amount of blood on my shirt, then on the floor outside. I must've lost about three pints. How long have I been like this? I clench my eyes shut as I begin to sway and feel sick, grasping onto the sink. I hear someone knock on my door as I fall to my knees, blood still dripping from the side of my head as it gets louder. I hear it unlock as someone rushes in, running over to where I was. I fall sideways, getting caught by Tim as I lose the ability to move. How did he know I was here? Did he follow me? I hear him swear a lot, picking me up and carrying me to my bed. He presses a cloth against my head as he gets his phone out. "Brian, Can you hear me?" I can't reply. "Please stay with me, Ok? The paramedics are coming. Just stay awake for a few more minutes." he says, not even trying to hide the fact that he was panicking badly. I feel myself get light headed as he shakes me again. My breathing slows down as sirens begin to approach the motel. I can see the door out of the corner of my eye. It's been opened using a makeshift pick lock, something i'm guessing Tim learnt from breaking out of his room so many times. "Brian? Stay awake, c'mon man!" He yells, shaking my arm as everything gets darker. I hear heavy footsteps enter the room as three paramedics rush in, all carrying first aid kits. They try and get me to move, to talk, but I can't. My vision completely fades as I black out again.

I wake up in the hospital with an oxygen mask on and numerous machines hooked up to me. I move my fingers a bit, trying to regain the feeling in them. "Hello again, Mr.Thomas." I hear someone say, closing the door to my room. I stay still, focusing on breathing. I still felt slightly dizzy. "You are a very lucky man you know. Not everyone has such caring friends as you..." He says, causing me to look at him. "Caring?" I say through the mask, making him look at me after writing my vitals, a bit confused. "Yes, your friend stayed here pretty much the whole time you were out. We had to get security to get him to leave." He says, sounding slightly guilty. "Even after that, he waited outside the door the whole night..." I look at him, beginning to feel guilty myself. "How long have I been out for?" I ask, shifting slightly so i'm in a comfier position. "...You was in a coma for Two weeks and four days" He replies. "Or, 18 days." I feel my chest tighten a bit. "He's been waiting here 18 days for me to wake up?" I repeat. How am I even communicating right now? Usually two weeks without my pills causes me to become non-verbal. "At first I thought he was your brother or another family member, but he denied it saying  that you were his best friend. However you were like a brother to him and that he felt you was the only family he had left. He said he wouldn't leave until you woke up. As I said, I had to get security to escort him out, but he'd sit outside the door until we opened and at any chance he'd get he would come up here and see you. It broke my heart to tell him to leave, so I said he could stay in the waiting room. He hasn't left the hospital since..." He trails off. I take all of this in. He's waited in the hospital for nearly three weeks for me to wake up, even after I completely abandoned him. Twice. I feel myself tear up. "w-where is he?" I ask. "In the waiting room, do you want to see him?" He says, looking me over. I nod. He checks me over and disconnects all the monitors, allowing me to move freely. I take off the oxygen mask and get up. "Before you come with me, I want to ask you why you didn't mention you needed ziprasidone?" He asks. Ziprasidone is the name of the antipsychotic Tim takes.. How does he know about that. "Your lack of response leads me to believe that you wanted to keep it a secret. Well, there was a bottle found next to your bed, supposedly dropped after you passed out." He explains. Why didn't he say anything? He would've said they were his. "I guess I just forgot to mention it.." I reply, walking with the doctor in silence afterwards. I can't believe he convinced the doctors to give me his medication, and that he waited that long for me to wake up...He hates any kind of hospital....I repeat what the doctor said in my head. 'He says you're like a brother to him, and that you're the only family he has left.' Tim never knew his parents. He doesn't even know if he has any siblings. I was pretty much the only person he knew. And I abandoned him without saying a word. I think about the hurt in his voice as I ignored him. He was begging me to stay, trying to get me to just talk to him. And I just push him to the floor and walk out. Then he breaks into my room to save my life...Then waits nearly three weeks for me to wake up....I've only hurt him yet he still sees me as family...