Searching For Illusions

"Hi, honey." My mom said brushing my hair behind my ear. "Everything is okay." She said as her eyes watered.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked trying to move, but my shoulder stung and was wrapped up in bloody bandages.

I look over across my room and Dylan was stretched out across two chairs sleeping. Next to her were flowers, and a balloon.

"She's been here all night." My mom whispered. "Your friend Riley stopped by an hour ago and brought you the flowers, he thought you'd like it." She smiled faintly.

"I do mom."

"He's a good boy." She rubbed her arm up and down my wrist.

I looked down and I had one IV in my arm and my other arm was bruised from shots. My head throbbed, all I could think about was going home to sleep and getting out of here. I always hated hospitals. Medicine, needles, little gowns that show your whole back.

"How long have I been here?" My voice cracked.

She made humming noises and looked up at the clock. "Almost a day."

My eyes widen, "a day?" I half shouted. She nodded and put her head down on the arm rest. "What happened?"