“He’s starting to wake up”

…Mom

I blink my eyes open, what is my mom doing here? Here?

We’re, am I? I shut my eyes, a groan leaving my mouth, what happened?

I blink my eyes open, taking in the harsh light,

“Mom” I rasp, a pain shouts throughout my entire body, I gasp.

“Honey, it’s fine, I’m here, we’re in the hospital, you got into a fight-“ I hear an intake of breath, is my mom…crying?

“Honey, give him so much space” I hear my dad whispering,

What is happening, what is going on, why am I— I gasp, a pain shooting through my body, a pain unlike anything else, I bite my teeth, hissing, and then it’s dark.

I open my eyes, looking around, weres my mom weres my dad. I start to rise but get pulled down, the pain is excruciating, and I hiss, dropping back down.

I take in my scenery, I’m at the hospital, the curtains are pulled close, the rooms dark, but why, a fight?, I remember my mom saying, I got into a fight, with who?

I shut my eyes, my head pounds, my head feels so heavy, I can’t remember anything, what happened to me.

Fuju,

my eyes open, I remember him, I remember our—We fought, I jerk up, gasping, I look down at my hand, IVs in me, gosh the pain, I squeeze my eyes shut, breathing, breathing through the pain but I can’t my heart beats fast, so fast.

We fought, I remember bullies, a lot of them, picking at me like they always do, but, I comb through my hair, my head pounding, I shut my eyes, I remember Fuju interfering like he always did, I breathe laying down on the bed, I remember Fuju interfering but I was so tired, so tired of others fighting my battles for me, I feel tears prick my eyes, I breath, blinking fast. What did I do, I remember Fuju checking on me, I pushed him away, I remember yelling, so much yelling, I remember, I remember, I remember, I wished I didn’t remember so much, I massage my eyes, willing my head to stop pounding so much. Did Fuju do this to me?

I open my eyes, rubbing them, and I hear some talking, too quiet for me to hear.

It’s been a few days, filled with testing, and questions, the police came to talk with me, but I didn’t say anything, what if what I remember isn’t right, what if Fuju didn’t do this, what if?

“He’s gonna need to be on bed rest for a few days and lay off any intense movement but he should be fine after a week or so,” the doctor says, I lay there, waiting until we can finally leave, my mom nods at the doctor, smiling as she pushes her bag on her shoulder, her eyes lock on mine, softening.

The doctor leaves, and my mom starts packing a bag full of stuff she brought from home, some games, a blanket, and some homemade food.

I sit up from the hospital bed, wincing only slightly, taking my foot off, and resting my feet on the floor, my foot starts tingling.

My mom helps me up, her arm around my waist, I smile at her dropping my head.

My father arrives a bit later, as we finally leave the hospital, my mind is miles away, as we walk through the corridor.

“I wonder what happened to that kid,” my mom says, speaking to my dad.

My ears perk up at their conversation.

“I mean he came almost every day, always stood by his bedside table, oh I felt so bad, he looked so heartbroken…but then he stopped coming…hmm, I wonder why” my mother says.

My eyes widen-Fuju?

No, this can’t be, but, who else would stay by my bedside, who else but him?

I rub at my eyes, harshly, feeling tears drop without my permission.