Hidden Heroes

Thirty 2

The first thing I saw was white. The bandages were white. The blanket was white. The walls were white. Then I saw a familiar head of orange hair. Chance laid silently by my side, his head resting on his shoulder but his hand reaching towards mine.

I didn't wake him so I left my hand under his and looked around the room. This was definitely a hospital room. But what happened?

I glanced at the reflective surface if the window and my eyes were brown. Just brown.

I sighed with relief and felt Chance's hand move. He groggily opened his eyes and saw my staring at him.

"Hi," was all he said.

I nodded. When he folded his arms, I noticed he had stitches up his arm and a patch on both sides of his right hand.

"Are you okay?"

He looked down at his hand and placed his left hand over it. "Completely. But you've got it worse. How's your head?"

"I'm okay," I spoke. I reached over the fix his hair and he sighed. Realizing it was 4 in the morning, I asked "how long have you been sleeping here?"

He looked over at the clock and shrugged. "I got here at 11:30 yesterday night. I saw your brother, he's pretty cool."

"Oh yeah?" I laughed weakly. He was here all that time. Why?

I made sure that I wasn't pondering on the reasons he was here. It was hard having a mind reader as your best friend.

"How long have I been out?"

"Only half a day," he responded.

He helped me out of bed and led me to the door. "You really dont have to do this," I told him. "I'm fine now. Your parents must be worried."

"Nah, they don't care," he said and went up to the front desk. I stood by the door crossing my arms, suddenly becoming selfconcious at the fact that my arms were bare with nothing but bandages stuck on random parts of it. I looked at Chance and he was still talking to the lady to check me out of the hospital. I could see he was frustrated with the grip he had on the bag he was holding.

He was wearing a simple black tee-shirt which revealed the muscles he's been gaining since the beginning of the school year. He was working really hard for his spot. And I was just the loser he hung out with.

He finally walked over to me and rolled his eyes. "Sorry, she was giving me a hard time."

"It's fine," I said and we walked out of the building.

I rubbed my arms at the breeze that picked up as soon as we started walking. Chance pulled out his HA bandana I pulled it over my head. We headed towards thew train station when I noticed that Chance was slung down. It wasn't very noticable but for some reason, he was walking behind me. He seemed distracted.

I decided not to say anything and looked through the windows of the shops we passed. I paused and pulled on Chance when he was about to walk by. He looked down at what I was mesmerized by.

A few other people were also looking at the TV that was broadcasting the news. The man with purple eyes on the corner of the screen was handcuffed and was being held by cops much shorter than himself.

I began hearing people murmuring and some were in shock. "Why the hell would they release that villian?!"

I whipped my head in the direction of the voice and an older woman with her young child, rubbing her sleepy eyes, was in obvious frustration. "Are they trying to kill us?"

I don't know what came over me but I replied with "maybe he wasn't guilty of anything."

All the people turned to look at me and even some passerby slowed down to listen in. The woman gaped at me. "You know who that is, right? I mean, you're wearing the HA sweater so you must know what a danger he is!"