Over The Prison Walls

Chapter 8: Recovery

Once the police stopped questioning me I walked slowly towards the hospital, and with every step I took, it seemed that as if it was all a dream, a terrible, heartbreaking dream. I walked inside to the sounds of people sobbing as the nurses tried their best to calm them down while also dealing with the reporters trying to get through the trauma unit's doors. I brushed past everyone and went past the entrance. I had no idea where Levi was relocated, but that didn't stop me. I went past every room, one housed a man with a metal pole through his abdomen, he was sleeping on his side. I kept walking past, the rows of rooms were scarce. After walking past dozens of rooms I saw a young woman in one, her arm was burnt, it was bloody red, thick pieces of burned skin still sticking to her like leeches. I counties walking, until I saw a room with a 18 year old boy inside, his eyes were puffy, pain marked all over his face. From the second I saw him, I knew, it was Levi. It didn't seem like it though, because the male who saved me from those boys was strong, independent, and fearless. The male who laid in front of me, looked weak, he needed help, and scariest of all, he looked terrified. I kept walking until I saw a tall doctor turn the corner, his white coat hung thin as he saw me outside of Levi's room. He looked me up and down, his eyes specifically concentrated on my head which had a gash wound because of the flower pot that Zach used as a weapon earlier, "It doesn't hurt." I stuttered, his eyes still fixed on my head, "What's your name sir?" He asked still looking at the dried crimson liquid on my cheek, "Daniel Loraine." I said while looking at my shoes, I could feel the fear escape his body as the sound of his heavy foot steps backed away, "You know, I'm not the same as my brother." I stated feeling a bit of anger rise inside of me. He just nodded and coughed, "The patient presents with anal tearing due to a previous event which left him a bit hesitant when it comes to examine that part of his body. He also presents with deep lacerations on his torso due to another previous event which left him with 20 stitches in total. From what I've seen he can be discharged in about 2 weeks, but he must be viewed by psych before that estimate can be definite." After he stated this he turned and walked away, the sound of his hefty breathing fading into the distance as he did as well. The sound of silence kept me company until I heard a deep voice yell, "WHERE IS MY EXUSE OF A SON?!" I looked up to see a man stumbling around with a woman not far behind him. The man was tall and had black and grey hair, he had dark bags under his eyes, and an infuriated look on his wrinkled face. The woman on the other hand had thick layers of makeup along her pale face, she wore a short skirt, and a tight top, almost too inappropriate for a woman her age to dress in. My eyes wandered as they stepped inside Levi's room, and as soon as they did Levi's eyes fluttered open. He turned and faced the couple and his eyes grew wide. He started backing up into his pillow as the woman and man stepped closer. I walked into the room as the man yelled, "WHY ARE YOU BACKING AWAY?! NEVER SEEN YOUR FATHER BEFORE?!" He shouted.