The Truth Behind the Champion (A Steven Stone fanfic)

Chapter Twenty

Is this what death feels like? Man they lied to me! I thought.

The last thing I remember was blacking out in the middle of the battle. Whatever happened after that I have no clue, but I know what ever it may be, it hurt like hell! It felt like my chest was on fire pain shot through my body, causing me to let out a loud gasp. I slowly blinked my eyes open.

I was looking up at the white tile ceiling, I blinked a few times from looking at the light for too long. I knew simply from the lights, a hospital. I stretched, gasped, as doing simple movement caused extreme pain to shoot trough my body. For the first time in a long time, I felt like crying.

But instead I muttered "Damn it!"

My voice sounded weak and nothing like me, but it managed to wake the slumbering fluffball that was taking a nap in one of the chairs next to the hospital bed. "Steeeeeeeeeeeeven!" Wallace screamed as he bounced on the bed and pulled me into a hug. I could feel his tears soaking my shirt. I gasped as the contact caused the pain to grow stronger, he released me from his hold.

"Sorry" He sniffed. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he scolded.

"Wallace, I" I paused not knowing what to say to the man who sat like a small kid on the bed, legs crossed, bright turquoise eyes filled with unshed tears "I am sorry" my voice squeaked.

"Sorry! You almost died and the only thing you can say is sorry!" He shouted.

As he was about to let me have the whole speech on how what I did was wrong, the door opened to let in my father. Wallace jumped from sitting next to me back to the chair I woke him up from. Who looked ten years older than the last time I saw him, dark purple bags were under his eyes, his usually neat appearance looked unkempt and he seemed defeated. "I hope your yelling for a good reason--" he paused as his eyes met mine. "Ssteven" he stuttered.

"Dad I--" Like Wallace, my father pulled me into one of his massive bear hugs and attempted to squeeze the air from my lungs. Wallace took this as a sign to dismiss himself.

"Why, why is everyone taking this as something surprising?" I questioned. I figured that I would never wake up, seems like the people around me seemed to think so as well.

"Ssteven. You have been a coma for almost a month. Nurse Joy didn't think you would wake up... None of us thought you would wake up" he hugged tighter. "What the hell were you thinking!"

I sighed "I was saving my home from imbeciles who would have destroyed us to gain control" I still sounded like a child, voice weak and scratchy.

"Steven, you idiot! You told Juan and Drake your plan!" He released me, began pacing, and ran his hand through his hair. "Do you know who worried I was? Of course not! Your my only son! If you died" he whispered "I don't know what I would have done if you had died!" He glared at me through teary eyes "I don't know what I would have done!"

"Dad" I felt terrible for not telling him what was going on. "It was better for no one to know my plan. I was doing this for my home. I bet you would have found a way to move on" I softly smiled at him. "I will be fine, have they told you how long I will spend doing nothing?" I tried to change the subject.

"Damn it Steven! Do you know what happened!" My father shouted ad he left. I jumped at the sound of him slamming the door.

I closed my eyes "You know that he hasn't left your side since the accident" Wallace's voice came from the chair beside me.

"What did they say happened to me? I mean what exactly happened?" I asked.

"They said you had a massive heart attack. I know this has something to do with you controlling the three golems, you and I both know that. Why would you even risk" he paused. I opened my eyes to see him sitting in the chair next to my bed with his head in his hands. "Why would you risk your life like that Steven?"

"Like I told my father, this region needed my help and that was the only way I could save my home"

He sighed and gave me that look of 'what is wrong with you Steven' that has taken him years to perfect. "Did anyone even know what you where planing? I mean what the hell is wrong with you that you thought this was a good idea? Do you have any idea on what you even did to yourself Steven?" I knew he was only worried about me, that is why he is yelling at me now and why my father left the room the way he did.

"What? It is better than I thought it would be" I tried to shrug it off "I honestly thought I would end up dead anyway." I gave him one of my signature shrugs "What I am stuck in the hospital for a few days, it will not kill me to take a day off" I closed my eyes.

"You idiot! Do you even realize how bad these injuries of yours are?"

I yawned lazily please tell me people are just making a big deal about this because of who my father is and not because I am severely injured. "No Wallace, I apparently have been a coma for a month, please enlighten me"

"Steven, I know you are trying to shake this off like it's nothing" he cautiously took my hand "Steven you has a severe heart attack, your more likely to have another one soon, or that's what the nurse said. This, your foolish, one person, attempt to save the world, has ruined your career"

"Do I look like I care about something as stupid as a title?"

His grip on my arm tightened to the point of being painful "Wallace! I need that arm!" I growled, sliver eyes flashing a dangerous hue.

"And I need my best friend to be alive!"

"Alright, now tell me about the apparent heart attack I am going to have"

"Not apparent, your going to have it at some point in time" His eyes teared up again "They don't think you will survive it"

I managed to get my arm out of his grip, I placed my hand on his strangely clap less head. "I will be fine, have you ever heard of me giving up a fight."

Once again he latched onto me and once again I could feel his tears on my shirt.

"Steven! They say that any strong amount of anger, stress, strong battle, or even running, could cause you to have a heart attack!"

"Are you saying that I have to quit battling!"

He looked at me with calm turquoise eyes "Yes Steven they said you will never competitively battle again"