When The White Boy Walked In...

11

I open my eyes, blinking severally to adjust to the dim yellow light of wherever I am. What the fuck happened? I try to sit up but the pain in both my shoulders causes me to wince and lie back down. From the smell of this place, I'm in a hospital and there's a fucking needle inside my hand connecting to an IV.

I look around for somebody, but sadly, unlike in the books and movies, no one is in the room with me patiently waiting and hoping I wake up. This is reality people. They probably got tired of looking at my shitty face but whatever.

While waiting for somebody to walk in and pretend to be happy I'm alive, I try to figure out what happened.

Oh yeah... Pepper.

Fucking school stew!!!

If I didn't have stew all over me, I wouldn't have gone home and maybe, just maybe Peter and his associates would have been done with their business before school closed and I got home. But something tells me that the situation would not have been different and maybe it would have even been worse because my mom might have been there too.

But how did I get here?

Oh... Thomas?

I doubt he would have been strong enough to handle an armed man and Peter together. I hope he's okay. Remembering his reaction to Peter strangling me, I think he might have been stupid enough to actually try to fight them. I really hope he didn't though.

The door opening interrupts my thoughts and Mrs Porter walks in.

Great. Not even my own mother.

She smiles when she sees me. Ugh, I'm actually happy somebody cares. I DON'T LIKE IT. It's fuzzy.

I find myself smiling back and just give in to the feeling of happiness.

"Oh thank God you are okay. Mercy has been so worried." I doubt my mom is worried because if she is, she will be by my side waiting for me to wake up.

"I doubt she has." I mumble so that only I can hear. "Uhm... Where is she now?"

"Actually she has." I guess she heard me. "She's with the doctor. We both were here before the doctor called for your mother."

"Ok. Uhm... Thank you."

"You're welcome." She says, placing her hand on my hand that doesn't have a needle in it and smiling. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

"My shoulders really hurt but I'm fine and my throat is a little dry."

"Oh right." She says and picks up a bottle of water from a table at the foot of the bed.

"Thank you." I say after gulping down the whole bottle and she smiles in return.

The room falls silent and I battle with myself internally whether or not to ask Mrs Porter about her son. What if something had happened to him and she can't talk about it? I doubt she would be here if something has happened to him. I hope he's okay though.

"What about Thomas? Is he okay?" I finally decide to ask.

She grins. "I was waiting for you to ask that. He's fine. He's been out of his mind wondering if you are going to be okay or not. But, he's home now. He really needed a bath. He has been here all night."

I smile at the thought of Thomas sitting next to me waiting for me to wake up. If my mom has been here all night too, she probably be wondering why he cares so much and I'm in for it when I get better.

The door opens and my mom walks in looking exhausted like she hasn't slept all night. She runs towards me smiling and crying when she sees me bringing tears to my own eyes too. I've never been happier to see her. I'm so glad she wasn't home at that time.