Neglect... (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1 "The Hospital"

When I woke up, instead of being in the angels arms, I was in a hospital bed. The room was spinning, and I felt like I was spinning. I looked on either side of me and observed the empty room with my drowsy eyes. Out side of the door I could hear two men talking. One sounded older, and the other one sounded like a teenager. When I looked over at the door an older man with a doctors jacket walked in with the angel who pulled me from the car.
"Oh my god, your awake." the angel said approaching me. I just starred at him unable to open my mouth.
"Do you know what's going on?" the doctor asked, he was holding a clip board and had a pencil wedged in his right ear. I tried my best to get a word out, but no luck. I just opened my mouth and then closed it back up. I tried to sit up, but the moment I started to move the doctor came over and stopped me from moving.

I turned my head and looked over the EKG that was monitoring my heart beat.
"Don't worry, one of the first things we did when you got in here was stabilize you and make sure your heart beat was regular." the doctor said as he smiled at me.
Just then my father busted into the room. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he was going to punch someone, which would usually be me. He has a habit of taking all of his anger out on me. You could say I'm like his own personal punching bag. He approached me with anger in his eyes. I was too worn out to even flinch. I watch as the angel and the doctor both jerked toward me as my father came close. He got right up to my ear and whispered,
"What did you do...?" I looked at him with a confused look. I didn't understand what he meant by that.
"I'm asking you a fucking question" he said a bit louder but still whispering.
"I-I..." I attempted.
"SPEAK YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS PEICE OF SHIT!" He screamed on the top of his lungs.
"Okay, I think it's time you leave." the doctor ordered.
"I think it's time you stay out of it. This is my son you little shit!" My dad responded.
"Well your son may be stabilized, but he is still in bad shape. He has a major concussion, three broken ribs, and a broken ankle. He does not need any added pressure." The doctor added.
"Well he is fucking lucky compared to his mother!" My father protested.
"W-what do you m-mean?" I said, struggling to breath. My father looked at me, and I saw something that I had never seen before in his eyes. Grief.

I looked at the doctor who had his scrub hat thingy off, and he was bowing his head in sympathy. Then I looked over at the angel, and he too was bowing his head.
"Whatever you did to make her flip that car, killed her you bastard child son of a bitch!" The words that spilt out of my fathers mouth cut through me like razors, because he was right. It was my fault.
"Okay! That's enough." the doctor shot out trying to calm himself. I couldn't believe what my father just said. I didn't even know how to react. So many emotions where going through me and I didn't know what to do with them. At that my eyes started to drift back shut, and again everything went black.
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When I woke up I felt excruciating pain shoot through my ribs and ankle. As I squinted my eyes at the light my head began to throb. I started to groan out of pain. All at once the pain and emotion brought tears to my eyes. As the angel walked in I began to sob.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" He asked as he came up to me.
"It hurts!" I yelled. my voice sounded hoarse and worn down.
"Nurse!" He yelled as he took my hand "Here, squeeze it for me. If you are in pain, just squeeze my hand." he added. I squeezed his hand as hard as I could. When the nurse came in she gave me two blue pills.
"For the pain, give it a few minuets it will kick in and you will hardly feel a thing." she said, smiling. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the pain but it was too strong. At that the nurse left the room.
"Is she really..." I attempted.
"Your mother?" The angel asked.
"Yeah, is she...you know, dead? I continued.
"I'm afraid so." he said with a sad and sympathetic voice.
"Oh." Is all I could manage to get out.
"How long have I been in here?" I asked trying to change the subject and calm myself down. I was still crying as we spoke.
"Well this would be day eight." he said looking at the clock.
"What! But I only remember being awake one other time!" I was shocked.
"Well you were unconscious for six days then you woke up yesterday, and that crap went down and basically knocked you back out, and I guess you woke back up today." he explained.
"Was there a funeral for my mom?" I asked wiping away my last bit of tears.
"Yes, and I just heard that every one was sad you couldn't go." he informed me.
"That's okay, funerals are depressing anyway." I said trying to hold back more tears.

"What's your name?" I asked wiping away the tears that were now rolling down my cheeks.
"Kevin." he said with an unusually cheery voice.
"Why have you stayed here all this time Kevin? I mean haven't you done enough for me, I mean you pulled me out of a totaled car. Why do you care so much about what happens to me?" I asked looking him straight in the eye.
"Well, I felt it was my duty, ya' know, as your hero and all." He said smiling at me. I just looked at him. I wanted to smile, but the other emotions that wanted to just bawl my eyes out stopped me.
"Thanks, ya' know, for saving me and all." I mumbled under my breath.