I leaned back on the pillow, it's been a week? Suddenly the memory came flooding back:
I drove towards dad's apartment; I still didn't know how I could live in the same house as Callie with all that had happened. With all those feelings but no chance of expressing them, I'd surely go mad. I wished we could just keep it a secret, sneak around. But Callie wouldn't want to disappoint Jude, even though he was adopted now, she would still feel like she was putting him at risk. And I couldn't put Callie at risk of being sent to another foster home. Surely, moms wouldn't want to send Callie away, but if they found out that we were going out, what would they do?
Finally I arrived outside the apartment and turned off the engine, hopefully dad was back by now. As I exited the car I prepared myself to be hit by the cold air but instead was hit by a fist as it collided with the side of my face, sending me falling to the floor. My head hit the cold pavement, causing my vision to blur as I felt a kick to my stomach winded me. I tried to catch my breath back but instead choked, through my blurred vision I saw the wet blood that had escaped my mouth but as soon as I tried to raise, another kick hit me and sent me back to the floor. I tried to identify the attacker but could only make out dark hair and tanned skin due to my blurred vision and the only source of light being the streetlight that cast a shadow over the face.
I tried to get back into the car that I hadn't yet locked, the door was still open and it looked like a safe haven to my aching body. As I reached for the car seat to pull myself up, I became suspicious of the lack of kicks and hurried my escape. Before I could lift myself into the car I felt cold air approach me, warning me of the incoming impact. But I didn't move fast enough and am indescribable pain spread through my hand and up my arm as the car door was slammed shut on it. The pain caused my eyes to water and as the door opened, I fell to the ground, staring up at the face, now illuminated by the streetlight: Vico. My vision blacked out completely as I felt myself lose consciousness.
As I recalled the injuries my whole body seemed to begin to remember the pain it was feeling and brought it back in full force. I let out a scream as the pain in my head began to spread and the cuts and grazes on my arm seemed to reopen and felt as though salt was being rubbed into each them simultaneously.
Lena stood up, calling back the doctor who had just left the room after she had assured that she would be back to run some tests. The doctor ran in followed by two others as she ordered them to fetch things that Brandon couldn't catch the name of as another wave of pain hit him. Stef ran in as she put her phone back in her pocket and went to stand by Lena. "What happened?!" She asked with the same voice she usually used at work, the voice that meant she wanted an answer now.
"I don't know, he was fine and then suddenly he just zoned out and then screamed" Lena tried to explain but even I wasn't quite sure what happened. As a nurse came back in and handed something to the doctor I felt a cool needle be pushed into my arm. The pain subsided but my head felt dizzy and urged me to close my eyelids, after coming to the knowledge that I had been asleep for 6 days, I wasn't exactly eager to go back to sleep again. But soon I couldn't fight it anymore and I drifted back to sleep.
I attempted to make this a bit longer, I think the next one will be in either Stef or Callie's POV, not sure yet. Sorry if this one reads a bit weird I kept accidently going into 3rd person and had to change parts. If anybody wants to make a cover please send it to me on twitter ( clolr ) because I'm not sure what to make. Also please read my one-shot 'we never got that dance' s/10091581/1/We-never-got-that-dance-Brallie