Words Unspoken

The Edge

Kyle was standing on top of the roof today, not his usual routine, he normally sits, being cautious of falling. He was listening to a song on his phone, without his earphones, so the song was just blasting through his speakers:

Have you ever really danced on the edge? Is something still scaring you? Have you ever really danced on the edge? The count of three is o-o-on, Have you every really danced on the edge? Alright, then tell me soo, Have you ever really danced on the edge? Just hold my hand ju-u-ump.

But as he listened to the song he was actually moving closer to the edge of the roof, not aware of it and as that last sentence, 'just hold my hand and ju-u-ump' played his foot slipped off the rain gutter. His body went falling down over 70 feet, hitting the concrete harder than a penny falling from the top of the Empire State Building, or at least that's what it felt like before passing out out. Kyle laid there still as a statue, blood dripping dripping from his head, some was streaming down from his palm and his knee looked out of place. No one would have seen because even though it was from the roof, everyone was in class. Patch was off grounds working in a near by hospital, so his body just stayed there, unaware of.

Megan sat in her regular class staring out the window with a yawn as the teacher droned on and on. She really wanted to see and laugh with Jordan and Kyle. They made her happiest the most. But school was on for another few hours. Jordan sighed.
"Lucky ass, Kyle. He only has five classes." Jordan said to Megan quietly. Meg turned to him and gave a small shrug,
"More time to spend with you though," she joked as she poked him in the arm. Jordan leaned forward towards the girl in front of him.
"Where is he? Do you know?" He asked Alisha, tapping her shoulder lightly.
"No idea." Her shoulders were lifted, coiled, tense. Clearly she was concerned about him. Suddenly, she lurched to her feet and was gone in search of Kyle.
"Alisha, you can't just get up in the middle of class..." Jordan said.
"I just did..." She retorted, vanishing out of the classroom door. Jordan sighed then looked to Megan before continuing his work.
"Should we be worried?" Megan whispered with a frown.
"Of course...it's not normal for him to just disappear." He said.
"Ugh, Can't we get up and storm out like Alisha?" Megan groaned quietly.
"Yes, we may." He said, then got up and walked out of class, following Alisha who was just down the hallway. Megan followed closely ignoring the barks from their teacher. Jordan grabbed her hand. Then looked to Alisha. "Alisha! Wait up!" He said. Megan really hoped everything was okay, Kyle was one of closest friends here.  She started to bite her nails as her anxiety about his unawareness grew stronger. "Megan...I'll check the roof, you go with Alisha." Jordan said.
"Okay." She quickly said before catching up to Alisha. Alisha ignored her. She skidded out of the building and around to the front, yelling Kyle's name. Jordan looked around as he reached the roof. No Kyle. He stepped carefully where Kyle would sit and looked over the edge. Jordan covered his mouth before quickly climbing down. Jordan heard as the two called for Kyle, but Jordan was already beside me. "He's over here!" Jordan yelled, his face was red. He started to tug on Kyle's clothing. Alisha was there in seconds, skidding to kneel beside the lad she'd started to fall in love with, panic sprawled on her face.
"KYLE!" Megan's eyes widened at the bloody pulp,
"Oh gosh... no, no, no... I'll go get someone! I'll be right back!" Megan said.
"Get Patch! Please!" Jordan yelled. He picked me up as best as he could and started to carry Kyle towards the hospital, his eyes slightly opened and he looked up to Jordan before having his eyes close again. Megan ran towards Patch's office as quick as she could, already breathing heavily because she was panicking. Jordan did his best to stop the bleeding from his head as he dangled lifelessly in Jordan's arms. It seemed as though Patch had came back early if he was reading a book in his office. Megan entered his office with tears running down her cheeks. Patch looked up and quickly put his book down. "What is it, Megan? Whose hurt?" He asked, and stood up walking towards her.
"Kyle! H-He fell off the roof he he.." she couldnt finish her sentence, sobbing uncontrollably.
"He WHAT!?!?!?!?!" Patch yelled. He quickly got his first aid kit and put his stethoscope around him neck before running out the building, Megan followed after. As Patch arrived he had Jordan bring Kyle into the hospital. Patch had Alisha and Megan wait in the waiting room as Jordan laid him down. Patch began his work on Kyle, wiping the blood off of him, searching for wounds, checking his heart. His heart was still beating, meaning he was alive, but he wouldn't wake up. The nurses took off Kyle's clothing and put him in hospital sweatpants instead. Patch looked examined his torso, the left side of his ribs looked caved in, then his arm was obviously broken since it was in a position an arm shouldn't be able to bend, his right hand was fractured. From there on Patch continued to examine Kyle's body. He had the nurses inject a sedative into Kyle's arm so he doesn't wake up as they observed him, or better, not feel the pain. Patch got him into a hospital gown and had him under the x-ray scan, looking at the results to check bones, Patch's examination was correct.

• Three Broken Ribs, left side

• Broken Arm, the tendons got torn

• Dislocated Knee Cap

Patch closed his eyes and used this index finger and thumb to press the bridge of his nose tightly as he let out a shuddered sigh. He looked back up to the screen as a tear drop moved it's way down as it escaped the blinking of his blue eyes.
"Poor Kyle..." He said before ejecting Kyle from the CT and began to put him under the MRI, looking for any signs for brain damage. As Patch examined that he saw the slight crack in his skull. His brain was damaged where his memories were kept, and a bit in the front, closer towards his vision. Taking Kyle out of the machine, he rolled him back into a hospital room and began to dial a few phone numbers.
Kyle was finally taken to the O.R. doctors and nurses stood in white jackets and masks covered their faces as they begun the surgery on him. Hours later they had finished with his torso, Kyle was lucky his ribs hadn't speared his heart. The doctors then began with his leg, others on his arm. They put his knee cap back in place, and fixed his arm. 

Next day came the big one, his head. They had to cut open his head, and observe the crack. Doctors sighed in relief as they realized it was nothing serious related to his skull, just a crack, no splinters, no nothing, but his brain. Kyle had gotten a brain hammerage from the fall, damaging parts of his head that could take probably even a life time to get back. They removed any little piece of skull that they saw before stitching his head back. Wrapping the teen in gauges and bandages they had left him to rest in a room, connected to an IV with morphine injected into it. There was no telling when Kyle would wake up.