Hey guys, sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I've been having a bit of writer's block lately, I probably started and restarted this chapter something like 6 or 7 times before I became happy with the outcome. I also wanted to respond to one review I got for the last chapter.
viridianaln9 I actually did plan on using that at some point but had forgot about it. Thanks for reminding me! I've got some ideas for that section. That is, if Wyatt survives what's going on now. ;)
To everyone else, thanks for the reviews, you guys are awesome and I'm glad you've stuck with this story for this long!
Without further ado, I'm happy to bring the 7th chapter of A Tale of Two Opposites.
The car ride to the hospital, well let's just say that tense was an understatement. Everyone was silent, the only noise coming from Wyatt's occasional groans of pain. He had yet to wake up, which worried everyone, especially Angie, even though she tried, horribly, to hide that emotion. Angie finally gave in, and started to gently rub Wyatt's head, hoping that it might possibly help him. While she did that, her mind wandered, mostly with thoughts of how this was all her fault, yet she couldn't figure out what she did to make her feel like that. Whenever she thought about it, a flash of pain would strike her temple, causing her winch and the only thing she could see was blackness. "Why can't I be of more help? All I did was make Wyatt protect me not once, not twice, but three times!" Her mind screamed at her, she could only try her best to not let her tears show until she could be alone.
They finally reached the hospital and Angie went in to check Wyatt in, while Lyle and Dante brought him in. The receptionist shined her a smile, which Angie couldn't bring herself to return. "Welcome to Daventry Mercy Hospital, how may I help you?" The joyful woman questioned. Angie responded, her face still solemn, "I have a friend that was hit by a truck pretty bad, he's been unconscious since then, and we're worried he might be seriously hurt. When is the quickest you can get him in?" Angie shot back with her own question, no time for pleasantries. Besides, Angie wasn't in the mood for pleasantries right now. The woman tapped the keys on her computer, her eyes scanning through the data on the monitor in front of her, then brought her attention back to Angie, that same smile still on her face. "It looks like you're lucky, we'll be able to look at him in about 10 minutes, please take a seat while we get the room prepared and wait for the doctor to be available.
Angie walked over to the waiting room, thoughts of punching in that receptionist stupid smile in. "How dare she be so happy right now! Does she realize where she's working? There are people that are seriously hurting right now, and she decides to smile like a fool?" Angie's mind was furious and expressed its feeling into words inside itself. Angie sat beside the unconscious Wyatt. Lyle and Dante sat across from them, Lyle's head was in his hands, and oddly enough, Dante was controlled and silent, sitting in his seat, not doing much. Angie turned her head towards Wyatt, gazing into his closed eyes. "Fight on Wyatt, we're going to make sure you get better. Just think of happy things, whatever you do, don't give up!" Angie thought to herself, a single tear falling down her face before she buried her head into Wyatt's shoulder, silently sobbing.
Wyatt's mind was in a bit of a limbo. He could hear what was going on around him in the outside world, but when it came to seeing, he could only see in a sort of "silhouette mode". He could tell who it was around him if it was his friends, because he knew what their shapes looked like, but besides that, he was sort blind. Now while he could experience all that was going on in the outside world, he could do nothing to influence it. As his unconsciousness proceeded on, his mind began to wander into a dream world. He soon forgot about the real world and believed that the world he was living in at the moment, was reality. There was a flash of white as he awoke, he sat up straight, and rubbed his eyes. He looked around, noticing that he was in his bed. "Well that was a weird dream, a really long one too. Oh well, I guess it's time to get ready for school." Wyatt said out loud, more to himself than to anyone else. He went through his daily routine, taking a shower, brushing his teeth, and putting some clothes on, before heading downstairs. His parents had left him a note on the kitchen island, letting him know that they had left for work early and were probably not going to be home until late. "Well that's nothing new, why do they even leave a note anymore?" Wyatt thought bitterly to himself.
Wyatt ate breakfast and walked to the bus-stop, working out in his head what quest he was going to do with Dante and Lyle tonight as he waited for the bus to arrive. Wyatt hopped off the bus a couple minutes later, walking through the gates of Daventry Hills High. Wyatt made his way to the usual bench in the middle of the hallway where they all hung out. Lyle showed up about a minute after, and Dante as usual, came in, flipping off of his skateboard a little while later. "Hey guys, now is it just me, or was I the only one who had a weird dream last night?" Wyatt finally asked, once they had all gathered together. Lyle and Dante both looked each other and shook their heads no. "Not that I can remember, then again, I don't remember half the things that happen in my life." Dante responded, his eyes wandering a bit, reading the signs on the walls of the school's hall. "Have you been getting enough sleep dude? That might explain the strange dreams. What was it about, just curious?" Lyle asked, a wondering look on his face.
Wyatt then explained the dream he had experienced to Dante and Lyle, well mostly Lyle. Dante was looking around the halls, admiring how "creative" the signs in the halls were. Lyle only nodded and asked small questions through it all. When Wyatt had finished his story, Lyle thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe it's just your mind going through possible scenarios that could happen? Plus, we all know that you like Angie, so it would make sense why that would be part of the dream." Wyatt's face flushed and he could only stammer out a response. "W-what? I do NOT like Angie, y-you guys are crazy." The words slowly crawled out of Wyatt's mouth, but it was already obvious that was lying. "Dude, you know you can't lie. Your voice sounds like a 13 year old going through puberty twice." Dante exclaimed, grinning a bit as Lyle only nodded in approval.
The conversation sputtered out into regular small talk after that, so Wyatt headed for his class, his head still ringing with the words they had said to him. "Of course that would be in your dream, you like her anyways." The words bounced around in his brain. "Do I like Angie?" Wyatt asked himself. He thought about the small, but feisty girl that they had slowly become friends with. He had never really noticed this before, but she was both pretty and cute. She was smart too, which Wyatt liked, she had beaten him in more than one argument, which almost never happened to Wyatt. She had a bit of playfulness with their friendship, playfully punching him every now and then, which Wyatt had come to enjoy and it made him smile every time. As he pondered all the reasons why he would like Angie, he was oblivious to the fact that the very girl that he was thinking about, was in front of him, shaking her hand in front of his face. "Hello? Earth to Wyatt? Is anyone in there?" She questioned, knocking her hand on his forehead, shaking him from his daze. He looked up and immediately jumped, "Ah! Angie, what are you doing?" He asked, trying his best to keep his words from stammering. "Well, I would think that I'm talking to my friend, why? What did you think I was doing?" Angie asked, her face showing an expression of wonder. "Oh nothing, I was just thinking and you surprised me is all." Wyatt answered
Angie's face curled up into a grin as she asked, "Oh, what were you thinking about?" Wyatt's face became flustered but he covered it a bit. "Oh, just thinking about what quest I'm going to do with the guys tonight." He answered. Since it wasn't a complete lie, his voice didn't go all puberty on him, as Dante said. She frowned a bit, "Oh, darn, I thought it would be something juicy, it's just something normal, well that's boring." She exclaimed. "Sorry to disappoint you, maybe next time, I'll have something better for your ears." Wyatt replied, chuckling a bit. Angie smiled and turned back around in her seat as the class began. Wyatt grinned and blushed a bit at her cute smile, which she hardly ever showed. The rest of the day went normally for Wyatt, his mind kept thinking back to Angie and by the end of the day, he had realized that he really did have a crush on Angie Prietto.
Angie was nervously biting on her nails, as she waited for the doctor to come back and give them the results of Wyatt's tests. It had already been a half hour since he had gone in and they had been told nothing. "Please just let it be minor, nothing too serious." Her mind thought, as she rocked back and forth in her seat. After another five minutes, the doctor finally came out through the doors. He looked around the waiting room and noticed the three friends and made his way over. "So, how is he doc?" Lyle asked, the look of worry clear in his eyes. "Well, we ran some tests and..."
Ooooh! Cliffhanger! Sorry guys, I know you guys probably hate those, but I still need to think about what direction I want to go in. So until next time, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I can't wait to publish the next one for you guys. Tulta Munille everyone! The Duke
