Thank you so much for your support in this fanfiction, I hope you know how much even a single review means to a writer. Bender was hardest to portray, but I hope I did him justice.
Criticism is very welcome.
"You should go home and change" Claire said sympathetically as she eyed Allison; who had clotted blood all over herself. But Allison wouldn't budge.
"I just can't believe this happened- I mean you just hear about these things, you just- you don't picture them happening" Brian said grimly. It was a huge surprise Brian was there, because school was still on, as matter of fact Vernon was probably delivering the news to the student body that their star athlete was in the hospital.
"Ugh, I will go get him" Claire said, pointing to Bender, who was kicking at the vending machine furiously.
"Ate my quarter" John shrugged dismissively, when he noticed Claire eyeing him.
"I know you are upset…"
"Oh, you get me so well" Bender said mockingly.
She continued in the same tone of loving voice "… but, we have to stay calm. Now can you just sit down?"
Bender rolled his eyes, but he complied and moved to sit next to Brian, raising both feet to rest on a pot of plant and lighting a cigarette.
A nurse approached them "excuse me sir, you can't smoke in here"
John's face broke into a huge mischievous smile, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke in the nurse's face and tossing the cigarette on the reception disk, making it land on the paperwork and forcing the nurse to run before it catches fire.
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After the wrestling team had threatened to avenge Andrew. A few of the cheerleaders had gushed over him and some other girls in school had commented over how he was too cute for this to happen. They left, only hanging out for a little while. Some friends, thought Claire, would they do that if it were me?
"So" Bender spoke as they circled Andrew's bed "I guess he won't be making prom king"
"Shut up" Claire said through gritted teeth.
Andrew was beaten up badly, he had internal bleeding with evidence of bruises on his ribs and stomach, his face was stitched up all over, a concussion had forced his head into bandages, the stab had thankfully missed a nerve by a hair and wasn't very serious, and his kneecap was damaged enough to require ORIF surgery.
"Are you okay?" Brian asked Allison, and she shook her head, wiping her nose on the back of her sleeve.
Outside the room, they heard a commotion. Curious, they stepped out to find Andrew's parents.
His Mother's body was racked with sobs.
Andrew's father however was yelling at the doctor "What do you mean he won't be able to play in the finals?"
"Mr. Clark, please…"
"What?"Allison snapped "Is that all you care about you heartless son of a bitch?"
"Hey" Claire whispered, putting one hand on Allison's shoulder, calmingly, although she gave his father a death glare.
"Excuse me?" His father said though gritted teeth.
"You don't even care about Andy; all you care about are your stupid wrestling matches. That is your son in there" she screamed pointing towards the room Andy was in.
"You don't tell me how to raise my son"
"He deserves better" Brian piped in.
"Well, he is not going to get any better if he hangs out with scum like you"
Out of nowhere, Bender's fist connected with Mr. Clark's face. Making the older man stumble back and fall into a nearby table.
"Security" someone screamed, and they were all dragged and thrown out of the hospital, but not before Bender flipped them off.
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"That was unnecessary, John"
"At least, I was doing something, princess"
"Isn't the resemblance between Andrew and his father uncanny?" Brian inquired innocently.
Allison glared at him "Andy is nothing like that man"
