Kitkat: No intro today

*gestures to Cole and Peter sitting in time-out chairs facing the wall

Kitkat: So.. I hope you enjoy! Also I do NOT own the Spirit Bear series, nothing is being made off of this story what-so-ever.

"A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you."

~Elbert Hubbard

"Peter."

"Peter. Wake up."

"Come on."

Peter was tired he didn't want to wake up. Even though the voice was so faimiliar he just didn't have the urge to wake up.

"Peter! I only have so much time open your eyes", the voice whispered harshly. The voice was definitely female.

Must wake. Must go back to sleep.

Suddenly, cold water was felt on Peter's face.

"What the", Peter exclaimed loudly, while looking around, only to have a hand clamped on his mouth.

"Shhhh."

Peter looked closer at the girl. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. And a very familiar presence.

"Angie", Peter exclaimed through the hand.

"Oh Peter! You're okay", Angie said giving him a big hug nearly crushing all the air out of Peter.

"Ya, I am. Why are you here?"

"I'm not supposed to be here but I was so worried!"

"Let me go", Peter muffled through her hair. Soon enough she let him go.

"Sorry. So, what happened?"

Peter relied the story to Angie. All the while Angie was clenching and unclenching her fists. She looked like she wanted to something between punching Cole and making him die slowly and painfully.

"I'm sorry", Angie said after he finished.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I wasn't there. I should have been there. I should have stayed at school. I sh-"

"Shhh", Peter put his finger over her mouth," It's not your fault. If it's anyones fault it's mine."

"Bu-"

"No buts."

Angie was silent.

"I was thinking", Peter said taking his hand off of Angie's face.

"You were thinking? That's a first", Angie joked.

"Meh. Anyway, I was thinking that maybe you could help me."

"With what?"

"Trying to figure out how long I've been out. What's going on outside. Why can't I move my legs?"

"You can't move your legs?"

"Ya, which is why when Rita Skeeter came in I couldn't book it."

"Yikes. Spiky hair and purple highlights?"

"Yup, but this time she came in disguise."

"Oh really?"

"Yup. She actually looked pretty in her disguise."

"Tell tell."

Peter relayed the meeting with Rita.

"Hmm. And to think we all thought that she was born with purple hair."

"Ummm. Angie can you tell me what's happened now?"

"Well. All I know is that you were out for as few days. You're parents wouldn't let me in", Angie said with a solemn look. Two years ago, Peter's parents offered Angie the job of being Peter's 'girlfriend' to try and catch the attention of reporters. His parents weren't too happy when they found out that Angie had a boyfriend already but hey, what were they going to do about it. "All I know is that you were really hurt and-"

Suddenly, a knock on the door silenced Angie.

"Hello? Peter", a voice called from outside the room.

"Hide", Peter whispered.

"Where", Angie replied, frantically looking around for places to hide.

"Under the bed", Angie ducked underneath the bed and curled into a bed. Just in time because seconds later a doctor walked into the room.

"Hello Peter", the doctor said. He was a 50 year old man. Grey hair. Brown eyes. A name tag that says, Dr. Jekyll. And a wedding ring adorning his left hand.

"Hello. Dr, Jekyll", Peter responded methodically.

"How are you."

"I don't know."

"Why not?"

"Because I've been up for thirty minutes and no one has come to check on me and nurse in came."

"What?"

Peter shook his head.

Why am I not talking correctly? I was fine before.

"Rita Skeeter, disguised as a nurse, came in here."

"Oh. Well I'm very-"

"Right speak can't I?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why. Can't. I. Speak. Right", Peter said slowly trying not to mess his words up.

"I'm not sure. But don't worry we'll run a few more tests."

"Why couldn't you do it before."

It was times like these that really surprised Peter. Not minutes ago, he was talking kindly to Angie and now he was showing his parents side when they got drunk.

"Why? Because you were sleeping before."

"Doesn't mean you can't do a CAT scan."

Thank you Grey's Anatomy.

Silence.

"Well", Peter said questionably.

"We were a little busy."

"I'm still waitingfor the explanation."

With an irritated look the doctor explained," You were out for three days in a medically induced coma. You received various cuts and bruises. They'll heal in a few days. You received a lot of trauma to the head. That could be the reason why your speech is impaired."

"But why is my speech impaired?"

"My guess is that when fighting the right side of you're head hit something thus the speech impairment. You see, the right side of your brain is what controls your speech skills and if you damage it hard enough your talking skills diminish."

"Ok."

"Any questions?"

"What are the possible side-effects?"

"You could possibly loose your ability to speak worse. Another is your blood could clog up in your brain causing you to die. But that's the worst case.

"Ok."

"Anything else?"

"You can go now", Peter snapped. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him. Barely able to keep his tears in he snapped at the doctor," Leave! Get out!"

Dr. Jekyll ran out of the room faster than a cheeta on drugs. As soon as he was out of the room Peter started to cry.

And cry.

And cry.

His cries weren't heartbreaking. They were far from that. The cries were a mix of a Dementors sad atmosphere. A mix of a mother's crying over her dead child. A wolf's howl to the moon. The cry of saying goodbye to your soulmate forever. They were about his lost childhood. The constant memories of hiding in a closet while his parents got drunk. The constant bullying at his old school. The constant name calling and the hits. And Cole, big fat jerk, Cole. The jerk that did this to him. The jerk that made his life and his friends life a living hell for the past five years. For these reasons they were anything but heartbreaking.

"Peter", Angie slowly and quietly came out from under the bed and hugged Peter,"Oh, Peter. It's ok. Shhh."

"What am I going to do", Peter said through sobs.

"I don't know."

And with those words Peter just cried and cried all while Angie hugged Peter and said soothing words.

Peter: You really messed me up Cole. I hope you know that.

Cole: Shouldn't have told then.

Peter: Whatever.

*Kitkat walks in the studio

Kitkat: Wow. Solemn mood. Yikes.

*Looks at reader

Kitkat: I guess it worked than! Woo I should be a teacher! Anyway guys I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Umm... Rate and Review Please! Also if you love me and my writing check out my other stories I would really appreciate that! Thanks!