"David?"

"David?"

David turned his head away from the nurse bandaging his face and looked up to see his mother in her night gown and his father in his pajama pants and a McKinley high sweater coming into the room. The doctor had told him that he had a concussion when his head hit the steering wheel, and when his arms flung up his left arm got the full blast of the window shattering and his right hit the roof breaking his wrist. Honestly David didn't remember anything of a sort, but if it was a story to cover up the truth he'd believe it.

His mother gasps, seeing her son as the nurse was still attempting to clean some of the dry blood of the side of his face avoiding the stitching at the crown of his head, "He'll be fine, Mrs. Karofsky…" The nurse smiled as David blushed, "As long as he lets his wrist heal up and stays away from any head bump contests," she teased, "he'll be better in a month or so." She said with a beautiful white smile as she dabbed the wash cloth in the clean water.

"What happened?" his father asked as his mother sat on the bed and stroked his cast.

David looked at them and knew if he told him that he was driving and freaking out because he was gay, his dad would walk out of the room and never speak to him again, followed by his mother in a fit of tears. "I… er…"

The nurse looked at him curiously wondering what he was going to say, and frowned. "I was high… I went to Az's house and well left because I didn't want to be too high to drive home, and well… I guess I should've just stayed there…"

It sounded like a lie. It sounded really stupid however his parent's bought it. "This is why I say he's not allowed to go over to his house but no!" his mother said flailing her arms about.

"Are you trying to blame this on me?" Paul demanded as the nurse rolled her eyes and purposely rub peroxide over a cut making David hiss at the pain.

"It's not my fault my baby was hurt! I encourage him to find a nice girl, and stay out with her, hell! I would be happy if he came home to say he had a girl pregnant!"

"Maaaa!" David groaned as his mother began to kiss his cheek.

David frowned, his mother wouldn't have any grandchildren… David thought bitterly and regaudless of the pain in his arm, he wrapped his arms around the woman and embraced her. " I'm sorry mom…I'm so sorry…" he whispered into her thick brown hair as she smiled against his neck and stroked his back.

" It's fine Sweetheart. Just promise me no more smoking…" she said looking at him and patted his cheek.

" I promise." He didn't smoke, not even to experiment. He was only sorry because his mother would be let down the most by him being gay. What could he say, he always was a mama's boy. Loved her to pieces and now…

He wasn't so sure what to do.