Killing Chris

Recovery

We're getting close to the halfway mark of the story so thank you to anyone who has continued to read my story to find out what happens to me... you won't be disappointed. I got released from the hospital six days after the crash, meanwhile, Dane stayed as I got to leave. I had a period of time excused from school so I spent it sitting by Dane as he recovered. We watched the entire Marvel cinematic universe in the hotel room as we got Chinese takeout delivered to the hotel because the hospital food felt pretty quickly gave you pretty bad poops. 

Danes' parents got my parents to go home by promising they were gonna take me and Dane all the way back to school. Danes' parents were on there way back home for clothes and stuff so they could camp out at the hospital till Dane was ready to go back. As I sat in the hospital room as Dane slept I just wanted to live in the moment and not take this for granted. You may be wondering what I could even take for granted after watching my Fri... no... after graduation day but I didn't wanna take for granted a rare event in which no one lost their life. I stopped keeping track of time after a few days in the hospital because it didn't matter we did whatever we wanted whenever we wanted to... to the extent of whatever someone in a wheelchair and a hospital bed could do. 

the night before Danes got back is where the first incident occurred. It was late at night about 4 am and Dane woke up calling out to me. 

"Chris can u help me?" he asked

He didn't wake me up because of late I was finding it hard to sleep. I was scared that if I closed my eyes even for a second then I would lose this state of peace I felt. Out of all the time from the first encounter with the killer, all the way up until this current day writing, the hospital period of my life was one of the best. Cynical I know, people run when they get out of hospitals because it reminds them of what they lost but for me, the hospital reminded me of what I didn't lose. I responded to Dane in a relaxed voice

"Ya Dane whatcha need" 

"Can you help me to the bathroom, sorry to wake you but I've been holding it for a while and I didn't wanna wake you" Dane replied

I got up explaining to him that I don't sleep much anyway and I helped him off the bed and to the bathroom. After closing the bathroom door I decided to go to the vending machine on the floor for water and cookies. I opened the door out of the room and walked down the long white hallway, which to my surprise was pretty empty. the lights dimmed at night so the patients could sleep but lit back up when it sensed motion in the hall. As I wheeled myself under the lights I heard a faint click and the next light would turn on. 

When I got to the vending machine I got my water and cookies and looked for something to get for Dane. As I stared at the machine suddenly I saw movement behind me in the reflection of the vending machine glass. I turned around and a hand quickly grabbed my throat squeezing it. neon lights shined in my face as I was pushed through the glass of the vending machine. My wheelchair flipped and my body hit the shards of glass where the glass had broken and I felt it pierce deep in the chest almost to where my lungs were.

But I am in a hospital with Dane, not back at graduation night, as my mind shifted back to its current place blood dripped from my hand as I unclenched my fist. I wheeled myself back to the room at a fast pace with my water and cookies and I found Dane at the bathroom door trying to get to his bed. 

"Woah, Woah wait let me help" I insisted 

"you scared the shit out of me Chris, where were you!" he yelled back at me

Puzzled I responded " I went to the vending machine real quick to grab a snack and drink chill out"

"Real quick?! Its been thirty fucking minutes, I sat here calling out for help because I couldn't get myself off the toilet!" Dane yelled, enraged 

"I...I... I'm sorry Dane I had an episode" 

I wheeled next to Dane so he could prob himself up against me and he looked at me with a changed mood... He seemed worried now

"Man, Chris I'm sorry"

I decided that night to tell him everything that has been happening to me since I got to college, how I imagined my death, and the people closest to me almost every night. Still, I couldn't tell if it was real or not because my body reacts as if it's always real. I think telling Dane helped because after the hospital I would only have one more false death episode that actually mattered. I don't know exactly why I decided to tell Dane about me but that night I decided to no longer suffer in silence. I guess that's all life is really we all suffer in silence pretending that our life is so great so other people are jealous of the life we live. We strive to make others jealous because being an object of jealousy makes us suffer a little less.

We would only be in the hospital for a whole nother week and then it was back to school for us.  or in other words back to the chopping block. During our last week there we got a visit from the local police department who said they were unable to track down the vehicle that hit us. Luckily for the person who escaped the hit and run, Danes' parents were happier we were okay then mad at a bad mistake they made. the recovery process is slow and it's hard and there are more bumps in the road then any other fucking road I've ever been on but still, I continued. Not for me, not for Dane, but because at this point in the story I wanted...Revenge.

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