Chapter 21

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Jaren's pov

I sit up and look around. What time is it? I take me broken phone from the bedside to see the time. "1:54 a.m" it reads. I see I've got 30+ unread messages. All from Kryoz. Little does Kryoz know I was hit by a car. I read a few.

K: dude please answer I need someone to talk to
K: please
K: just something? Anything will do.
K: my friend is fucking dying please Smit. I just need to talk.

S: Sorry dude I was busy with something. You wanna talk about it?

It was late so he probably wouldn't answer.

K: hey dude, nah I'm good I was just freaking out then.
S: oh okay.
K: You wanna play stick fight with me tomorrow? It'll be fun!

I have to think about it.

S: Sure

Maybe I could grab a computer or something.

(Time skip to when Jaren is leaving the hospital.)

John rolls me out in my wheelchair talking about this friend he played video games with for a while last week. I smile listening to his story. He helps me into his car and puts the wheelchair in the back. "We should go get some ice cream!" John yells like a kid. "Sounds great" I say thinking of all the flavors. We finally arrive there after 5 minutes of blasting music down the town roads. Finally we make it to the ice cream shop. "Two chocolate mint swirls please!" Says John ordering for me. I don't mind, I like that ice cream. They give us the ice cream and we head to his home. John helps me out of the car when we arrive. He holds me bridal style all the way on to the couch. We laugh for a long while and joke about a person in the hospital. When we calm down John grabs the T.V. remote and puts on some random murder show.

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