Broken Hearts - TreeBros Part 2 - The Separate Journeys

Chapter 24

Connor's POV:

I slowly blink my eyes open and look around me, the ground beneath me is soft and warm, not hard and cold like the ground of Evan's street. I look around, no street lights. Just bags of blood and what looks to be water but it may be something else, I look at my body. There's a tube coming from my wrist and my leg is wrapped up in a huge cast. I look around again to see nurses frantically rushing around, one nurse is by my side. She makes eye contact with me, I look away.

"How are you feeling?" She says in a calm, smooth voice.

"I-I don't know" I reply.

Really I don't know how I'm feeling, I don't even know how I got here. All I can remember being is Evan's house, having the worst time of my life, and then suddenly darkness, I don't remember anything after that. All I know is my emotional state is burned, all ripped away and nothing left but sadness.

He probably hates me now. No, he hates me. He can never love me again.

"You don't know?" The nurse says.

I am snapped back into the past, I look at the nurse.

Yeah I don't know. I have no idea what happened after whatever happened to me. All I know is my emotional state is shattered and there's nothing anyone can do about it. It can't be repaired. My heart can't be repaired.

I simply nod, the nurse sighs.

"Can you remember anything about what happened after you were hit" The nurse says.

Hit? Hit by what?

I just shake my head.

"Do you remember anything before it happened?"

Yeah I remember that my heart was torn into pieces.

I just simply nod.

"Can I have your name?"

"C-Connor"

"Connor...."

"Connor Murphy"

The nurse nods and writes my name down on a sheet of paper, she keeps asking me more questions.

"What happened before you came?"

I'm not gonna tell you that.

"All I know is I was in the street and then there was blackness around me"

"I see..." The nurse says and continues to write down every word I say.

"Well we're gonna need to do more examines on you and possibly some surgeries, you're pretty beat up" She says.

Now that she says that I am reminded of the acing physical pain coming from all around my body, I can barely move my legs and my arms are in so much pain. It's not that bad though, what's worse is my emotional state. I don't care how many surgeries it takes to fix my physical state. No surgeries, no examinations, nothing can fix my emotional state and right now that's all I care about.

No one can fix me.
I'm a mistake that no one can fix,
I am shattered to the core.
Broken into a million pieces.
I'm a shattered price of class.
I'm a broken window.
I'm a crushed leaf.
I'm broken.
I'm a mistake.
No one can fix me.