Affair.

Chapter 9

*Eric's POV*

After talking to Sophie, Daniel and I went back to the staffroom and proceeded to the rest of our lessons normally. When I was finished for the day it was 6 pm. Walking to the car park I was looking at my phone. I looked up when I saw a hooded figure standing near my car. "Can I help you?" I asked and after realising who it was I rapidly walked around my car to avoid the person and got in. I left the car park and drove to my house nervously. When I was nearing my house and the light turned green, I drove past the traffic lights and the next thing I knew was waking up in my smashed car with a sharp pain in my left forearm. 

"Don't think we forgot, W." Someone said and even though I was in a lot of pain, I turned to my window to check if anyone was there. The road was empty, mainly because not a lot of people lived there and also because it was pretty late. My vision was blurry and I could feel warm liquid running from somewhere near my eye to my cheek. Something hit me in the head and all I saw was darkness.

The next time I woke up, I was blinded by white light and closed back my eyes again. After a minute or so, I tried again and once my eyes adjusted to the light in the room, I saw my sister seating near the bed that I was lying on, holding my hand. My left arm was in a cast and I had a bandage on my head. "What happened?" I asked hoarsely. My sister immediately smiled and gave me some water which helped with the dryness in my throat.

"Someone hit your car yesterday... Thank god you're alright." Squeezing my hand I could see the relief in her eyes. Suddenly all of the memories from last night came back to me. "Is it broken?" I asked looking at my casted arm. Clara, my sister, shook her head. "They said that it was close to being broken, have you hit it harder, but the doctor's recommendation is to keep it in the cast for a few days, at least while you stay in the hospital. Then you can replace it with a bandage and something to make sure you don't move it around too much. Apparently, the bone is fractured, but it's nothing serious, which means that you're lucky." I nodded at her and stared in front of me at an empty table next to the wall.

I spent the next few days in the hospital with Clara and Oliver visiting me and at the end of the fifth day, I was told I could go home. My sister drove me to the house and when I told her I was alright, she hugged me and left. When I entered the house Oliver threw himself at me in a hug which I returned. I was glad that when I told him I didn't want his boyfriend to be there when I returned, he had no problem with my request. We sat in the living room and it surprised me that he didn't ask any questions about the accident, but at the same time, I was grateful for it. I didn't want to talk about what happened.

We spent the rest of the day in front of the TV, eating pizza. The rest of the weekend went by peacefully, but ever so often Sophie invaded my thoughts. Something must have happened to my brain in the accident because I was imagining her laying next to me in my bed. Of course, it might've been my mind trying to make fun of me, since I heard what Sophie was thinking about me herself. Either way, I didn't not like the way that I was thinking. I decided to try and distance myself from her, at least for a while until I recover from all of the damage that was left on my body.

When I woke up in the morning I bandaged my forearm with some sort of wood to keep it in place, like I was instructed. The bone didn't hurt anymore, which was a good sign. Most of the visible injuries have healed nicely and I was only left with the bandaged arm and a small cut going through my eyebrow.

I walked into the staffroom and Daniel launched from his chair approaching me. "Eric, thank goodness you're alright. I was so worried and Brittany wouldn't tell anyone any details." Daniel hugged me, which made me realise how serious he was since he didn't hug me often. "I'm fine, thanks for your concern." I smiled releasing my friend and poured myself a cup of coffee which was already made by someone.