Dear Stanley [Watty's 2019. Completed]

Hospital

Sunday, March 6th

Dear Stanley,

Stanley, I think if you were in my position, you would've shown that Ashley McCoops who the boss really was. I think if you were in my position, he wouldn't have even dared to touch you, he probably would have been the one on the ground.

Now I am in the hospital, and I feel a little bit better as I am writing this to you. I found out from a nurse that came in a few moments ago that I am suffering from a broken nose and a mild concussion - which I received from the impactful fall on the hard tiles of the school floor. I also found out that Mom and Dad were here a few moments before I woke up but had left somewhere.

The hospital room is all very dull and white. There is gauze stuffed in my nose and a splint on it too. My head hurts a little bit, the blast of pain I was feeling before is still there but it's duller now. It smells like disinfectant, it smells so perfect, and I think I hate it. I am alone. My Mom and Dad aren't even here and I feel something weird in my heart, this feeling that hurts a little more than my nose and head, but it passes.

If you were here Stanley, like back at home instead of somewhere in the world, and if you knew that I was in the hospital, I bet you would've been in the chair right beside my bed. I bet that sad looking chair with the dirty seat wouldn't be empty. I bet you would be in your football jersey, with your white teeth shining, and your blue-gray eyes glimmering. I bet you would ruffle my hair gently, so you don't hurt me, and then hug me. I bet if you were here, the hospital room wouldn't seem so small and so sad. I bet you'd make a joke to make me feel better, even though if you were here, it wouldn't be necessary because your presence is really all I need. I bet you'd say some mean language towards Ashley McCoops and I bet you'd make me laugh and I bet you'd make me feel strong and powerful, even though, sitting in this hospital bed with my nose feeling funny and my head feeling drunk, I feel everything but those two words.

I'm tired now. I think I am going to go back to sleep.