𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒; 𝘑𝘠𝘈𝘛𝘛

ch. 23

recap: knowing it was too late, he still grabbed his phone. he struggled to dial the emergency number as his fingers were soaked with blood.

911: this is 911, what's your emergency?

— 4 days later —

jaeden stared at the lifeless body that laid in the hospital bed.

the door slowly opened, making jaeden jump. he looked at who had entered the room.

"sophia said you'd be here." wyatt closed the door behind him and sat next to jaeden.

jaeden didn't say anything.

"are you—" wyatt cut himself off. "nevermind."

jaeden made eye-contact with him. "what?"

"i was gonna ask 'are you okay?' but, i mean, the fuck do you think, right?"

jaeden shrugged, staring at the pale face of the man who abused him for so long. jaeden observed the bloody bandage wrapped around his head. "they need to change it."

"sorry?" wyatt furrowed his eyebrows.

jaeden got up, tears filling his eyes. "the bandage. why haven't they changed it?"

"jaeden, calm down." wyatt copied his actions and stood in front of jaeden, preventing him from getting any closer to the patient.

"wyatt, move." jaeden tried pushing him but when that didn't work, he attempted to go around him but failed at that also. "wyatt, why aren't they changing the bandage?"

"i'm sure it's nothing, jae. they would've informed you if he passed."

"then they should change it because his wound can get infected."

"okay, i'll get the nurse." wyatt sighed and exited the room. jaeden sat down and rested his head on the back of the chair.

[this part will be at different times. meaning each paragraph is happening at a different time.]

- beep - "d-dad?" "i'm sorry sir, you'll have to leave the room." "but he's my dad. i can't, please!" "*inaudible*" "let go of me! let go!"

"is he okay?" "you are the patients son?" "yes, doctor." "i'm afraid to tell you, but he didn't make it."

"no, fuck you, wyatt! if i hadn't gone out with you that night then none of this would have ever happened! my dad would still be alive! it's all your fault, you self-cantered bastard!"

"wyatt, please. i'm sorry—" "i don't wanna hear it. just stay away from me."

"we'll be taking care of you from now on, jaeden."

— 3 months after the incident —

"jaeden, you should start unpacking." juliana, sophia's mother, advised the boy, who was laying on the bed in his new room. he didn't respond, just as she expected.

jaeden hadn't spoken much since everything happened. his father successfully killed himself, he and wyatt had a fight [yes, another one], sophia's mother took custody over him. everything hurt.