Egos and Sides (In highschool) --Discontinued--

Chapter 18: Flowers for the injured

Because my sister is friends with Logan, and Logan is Patton's brother, and Patton is Robbie's boyfriend, we went to visit him in the hospital.

The car ride there was tense, I was thinking about what condition Robbie was in. After all, he took a pretty bad beating from the demons.

"I know we don't know him all that well, but we could get Robbie some flowers. Maybe some candy, too," She suggested.

I nodded.

We made a stop at a grocery store and got flowers, a pack of skittles, and some M and M's.

"You can never tell which people are skittles people and which are M and M people," Oopsie joked. "So let's get both."

Ten minutes later, we parked in the hospital parking lot, met up with Logan and Patton, and began the uncomfortable journey to his room.

When we got to Patton's room, room 108, we all shared a collective glance.

"Hopefully he's better than last time..." Patton murmured.

"What was he like last time?" I whispered.

"He'd just had his knee surgery, so he was loopy."

"Knee surgery? What exactly did they do to him?" I hissed.

With a small shrug, Patton said, "I don't know, and I don't want to know."

The four of us entered the hospital room. Robbie was sitting, looking out the window with a glazed stare. He was connected to some sort of pain medication, and on a little tray, you could see untouched food.

When he heard the door close, his gaze snapped to us. Recognition dawned upon him. "Hi, guys!" He greeted, giving a little wave. His voice was raspy and quiet.

Wow, I thought. This guy is cheerful for someone who almost died. 

Patton wasted no time. "Hey, Robbie? Can you finally tell who I am?" He rushed over to Robbie and as gently as possible pulled him into a hug.

"Of course, Patty."

Patton gave Robbie a peck on the forehead.

"Should we leave or...?" I joked.

They snapped away from each other like magnets. If magnets could blush.

Upon further inspection, I realized Robbie wasn't as injured as I first assumed. He has stitches on one of his cheeks, and his neck. Bruises cover his exposed arms, and there was one on his jaw, but that was about it.

"Robbie, what injuries do you have?" It was an insensitive question, but I got the feeling he wouldn't mind.

"A concussion, eight fractured ribs, multiple stab wounds, two shattered kneecaps, whiplash, and a ton of bruises. There was some internal bleeding, too."

"H-how did you get through it all?" Oopsie asked.

"By being a zombie. I can heal faster than a human can."

"Oh."

The room settled into an uneasy silence until Oopsie exclaimed, "We got you get-well presents! I almost forgot!" She retrieved the bouquet and candy from her reporter bag.

"Thank you, Oopsie."

Upon seeing her reporter bag, an idea clicked in my head. "Robbie, how would you like it if we shed some light on how you got to be in that hospital bed?"

Robbie's eyes lit up with an unexpected passion. "I would love to. Anti and Dark have been giving me a hard time for most of my life. Let's see how they like it."

And I thought he was a pacifist. Well, actually, maybe he just wants to reveal the dark nature of those two demons.

And just like that, step two of my path to recognition began.