Author's Note: This is my sixth (published) story. As I have mentioned before, I was inspired to write these stories by the many amazing Authors on Fan Fiction who write Kick-Ass Stories. We all know who they are. However, my top author, and inspiration, has to be Makokam and his epic saga Precocious Crush. I am sure many readers will agree with this.
This story is intended as a parallel variation, of my story Forsaken. It spins off at approximately Chapter 23. The events occur in New York, but within the same universe as 'Forsaken'. This is only intended as a short story, allowing parallel events in New York which are synchronised with those events which occur in Chicago, in Forsaken.
As usual, I look forward, with some trepidation, to any reviews. I promise to accept any, and all, criticism. In addition, I am, still, British so my spelling and grammar may look and seem strange to some.
Friday, February 14th, 2014
New York City, U.S.A.
The boy woke up.
He did not know where he was; his eyes were out of focus and it was a while, before he could see.
The boy looked around the room; it was a hospital room. Why was he in a hospital room? He had absolutely no recollection of how I had gotten there. He lay there for a while and he just stared into nothing. He felt no pain which was good. Finally, a nurse came in and smiled.
"You're awake," the nurse commented.
The boy tried to talk, but only a croak came out.
"Don't try and talk; you'll be very dry," the nurse explained, and she pushed a straw into the boy's mouth and she allowed him to take a small sip of water.
He tried again.
"Thank you. Where am I? How did I get here?" he asked.
"You were in an accident and you've been here for a little over four months," the nurse replied gently.
"Why?" he asked.
"You were badly burnt, and you received a bad knock to the head. The doctor will explain everything," the nurse replied as she left the room.
Four months? Burns?
He was suddenly feeling tired, very tired.
Updated: January 2018