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"Judai..." Principal Samejima started, "there are a lot of concerns about the recent bruises you have gotten."
I knew this would happen. It was only a matter of time before people blew this whole thing out of proportion. It's none of their business anyway about my bruises. They shouldn't be jumping to conclusions...even though their conclusions are right.
"What are these concerns?" I asked, giving a smug look at the principal.
Principal Samejima lightly bit his lip, "Well, people are thinking that these wounds were, how should I say, inflicted on you by another person."
My throat suddenly became dry. I guess people aren't as stupid as I thought they were. To be more specific, teachers. They is no way that students would figure that out, only adults.
I tried my hardest to keep my cool when talking, "Why would they think that?" Principal Samejima didn't say anything but point at his wrists. I gave a confused look and pointed to my own wrists, "You want to see them?"
Principal Samejima nodded.
I did as he said and lifted my arms up and set them on the oak desk. I watched as Principal Samejima grabbed my wrists with his clammy hands. He was holding my wrists as if they were little babies and he didn't want to drop them. Then he started to rub his thumbs over my slowly fading bruises from when Giese gripped me really hard.
I gave the old man a weird look, "What are you-?"
"How did you get these marks?" Principal Samejima asked, just cutting me off of my sentence.
"I fell off my bike and landed on my wrists to catch myself, but I landed wrong and my wrists are bruised now." Yes, I'm going to lie. If I tell this old geezer about what Giese has been doing, it would definitely get back to him. Then who knows what that monster would do to me.
Principal Samejima looked at my wrists for a long time. He was peering closer and closer to the marks until he said, "These marks don't look like bruises from swelling, they look like fingerprints."
Damn he's good. Real good.
"They do?" I said like I didn't believe him. I looked closer at the fading bruises, even though I already knew what they looked like, "They don't look like fingerprints to me."
Principal Samejima changed his gaze from my wrists to me, "Are you sure no one did this to you?"
I gave him a strange look, "Umm…yeah I'm pretty sure."
"Are you telling me the truth?" he asked.
"Yes, the complete truth," I said, getting a little snippy, "Why would you think someone did this to me?"
"I'm just looking at every possible explanation Judai," Principal Samejima said calmly.
"I gave you the explanation!" I snapped, "I fell off my bike. How many times to I have to say it to you?"
The old man looked at me in the eyes for a while, then gave a sigh and let go of my wrists. I quickly pulled my arms back to my lap and slowly rubbed them. I was starting to get a little nervous. This guy is obviously smarter than he looks. One false move and I could give myself away.
"I have a few more questions," the principal said, scratching the side of his head like he was irritated with me.
"Okay, go for it," I said.
I guess Principal Samejima has a thing with pointing because he was waving his index finger at my cheek. I knew he was asking me about the bruise, which was almost gone, on my face. I quickly made up a story in my head and made sure it was believable. It was a perfect story.
"Well Fubuki, Sho, Ryo and I were hanging out last weekend at Best Buy. Me and Fubuki got in an argument with each other and one thing lead to another and Fubuki punched me." I tapped on my cheek lightly, "That's how I got my bruise. Then I punched Fubuki in the nose and that's why he has bandages on it."
Principal Samejima nodded, "Yes that would explain it."
"Do you believe that?" I asked, "Or are you gonna question me on my own story?"
"No, I'm not. It's a believable story."
I raised my eyebrow, "What do you mean by a 'believable story'?" This guy is questioning me again! He's just being very clever at hiding it.
"Never mind," He said quickly.
"No! Don't 'never mind' me!" I snapped, "You don't believe a word I'm saying!"
"What makes you say that?" he asked.
"'Cause you're questioning what I'm saying to you!" I hollered.
Principal Samejima leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, "Okay Judai, I see your point." He rubbed his beard thoughtfully then bit his lip, "But let me ask you one question."
"What is it?" I asked in a sassy voice.
The old man looked into my eyes when he asked his question, "Why did you get so worked up when I consider that the reason for your bruises is that someone is giving them to you?"
I froze stiff from head to toe. He got me. I made a false move and I gave him an opening.
"From your reaction," the principal stated, "I would say that you're hiding something from me."
"I'm not hiding anything," I said as calmly as I could manage.
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Yes, I'm telling you the truth."
Principal Samejima rested his elbows on his desks, "You don't have to be scared Judai. You can tell me what's wrong."
"I told you nothing is wrong." I said through my gritted teeth.
He let out a long sigh, "Okay, I believe you."
No he doesn't. He doesn't believe one word I'm saying and he knows I'm well aware of it. So he's going to question me further and get me to crack. He thinks I'm just some stupid ass sixteen year old and I'll spill my story to him without thinking it through. Well he is wrong!
"I have one more question for you." He said.
Oh great, what next?
He cleared his throat before speaking, "You're limping pretty bad today. What did you do?"
"Nothing much," I said dully, "I slipped and fell into a creek while I was hanging out with Johan."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, really." I said giving the principal a glare.
"From what you have told me, you seem to be quite the klutzy person." He said, giving me the first smile I've seen out of him through this whole dreadful conversation.
I nodded like I didn't care, "Yep, you can say that."
"Maybe I should have the school nurse have a look at you."
"No," I said quickly.
"Why not?" He asked.
He knows why, that cheeky bastard. I know his plan. He wants me to see the nurse and have me reveal my cuts and bruises so it will confirm his suspicions. My bruises have belt marks on them, so it would be a dead give away. This guy is really good, I'll give him that.
"There's no need to," I said, "I've already been to the doctors."
"Oh," Principal Samejima nodded, "What did the doctors say?" he asked.
I shrugged, "Just that nothing is severely wrong."
The old man bit his lip, "I see."
There was a long pause that seemed like forever to me. Finally I just said, "Can I go back to class now?"
Since he had no other questions to ask me, he let me go.
I spared no time in getting out of my seat and limping out of that office.
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Throughout the whole day I tried not to think about the conversation with the principal. It gave me an uneasy feeling every time I thought about it. Not the fact that I lied about almost everything I said, it's that I don't think that Principal Samejima is just going to let this go by. What if he calls my mom and tells her, 'Hey your son was in here today and I questioned him about his recent injuries!' Then mom will tell Giese and then he will…
Oh don't even think about that.
Putting that aside, Johan isn't talking to me either. I try and talk to him and he just looks away and gives me single answers. It's really starting to worry me. Maybe he might seriously be mad at me for not telling him the truth. No, it's not a 'maybe' it's a 'definitely'. I can see why though, since he spilled his whole story about his mother to me, I guess I owe it to him to tell the truth.
But I just don't want him to worry about me. I don't want to be a bother. I mean, if he's all wrapped up in my problems he won't be able to focus on his own. I'm doing it for the best, and if he's going to be pissed at me for it, so be it.
Oh and if that wasn't bad enough, my ass has been hurting really bad. I mean worse than it was this morning. I knew I would expect this from all the bruises and wounds on it but this was just getting ridiculous. I was limping worse, the pain was worse, and now it was hurting to sit down! I thought it get better as time went on, not worse!
I just wanted this day to end.
Since God wants me to have a little bit of a break, he let the bell ring to end the final period of the day.
Thanks a lot God.
I gathered my books and very slowly got up from my seat in Health class. I had to lean on the desk to make sure not to put too much weight on my body. But after a few moments I put all my weight on the ground and let go of my desk. As I went to go pick up my books I heard a voice from behind me.
"Your limp is getting worse."
I looked over my shoulder to see Johan standing behind me. I was surprised that he was even talking to me, I thought he was mad.
I nodded, "Yeah, it hurts pretty bad."
Johan let out a sigh and put his books on the ground. I gave him a strange look since I didn't know what the Hell he was doing. He was kneeling on the ground and putting his arms out behind him.
"Get on."
"What?"
"Well you obviously are in no shape to walk to your locker," Johan gave me a little smile, "so I guess I'll have to carry you there."
My eyes widened, "You'd do that?"
Johan looked at me like I was crazy, "Of course! You're my boyfriend after all, it's the least I can do."
"What about our books?" I asked, "You can't carry me and both are books at the same time."
"You're right," he said. Johan looked around the class room then yelled, "Hey you!"
Some kid who was still getting his books together looked over at us, "Yeah?"
Johan motioned his head to me, "Can you carry his books and mine?"
"Sure," the kid said grabbing his books and walking over to us. I watched the kid pick up both mine and Johan's books. He looked funny carrying a big stack of books when he was no bigger than a twelve year old.
"Come on," Johan said in patiently.
I ignored the kid and carefully placed myself on Johan's back. I felt him slip his arms around my legs so I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep me from falling off. Johan pulled both him and me up. He wobbled a bit when he stood up but he soon got balance.
"Damn, you're heavier than you look." Johan laughed.
"Thanks," I said sarcastically.
Johan started walking towards the door and was out of the classroom, the little munchkin with the stack of text books following.
Not that I wasn't thankful and all for what Johan was doing for me but it was a little weird that one moment a guy is avoiding you and they next he's talking to you and giving you a piggyback ride. I know I'm not the only one who feels this way.
Also, it's kind of embarrassing when your boyfriend is giving you a piggyback ride down the hallway with everyone watching you. I felt my face turning beat red from all the looks and laughs I was getting. But at least most people know about my injury so they didn't pay attention to it.
Well I got to my locker finally, to show the kid that was carrying my books where to put them. He opened my locker and put my books on the top shelf and closed it shut no problem. Then we went to Johan's locker which was only a few down from mine and the kid put his in too, again no problems there. After that we thanked the kid for his help and he scurried away to his own locker.
"Hey you want to come back to my house?" Johan asked as we walked down the stairs to the front door.
"Sure," I said with no hesitation. Since my mom wasn't going to be home until late that evening I guess its fine. What mom doesn't know won't hurt her.
"Is it okay with your mom?" he asked.
"Yeah, she doesn't care."
Johan carried me out the front door of the school. It felt good breathing in fresh air after being in that torturous school for seven hours. Also, it's the weekend, so two days of no school, yay!
Johan was looking around the parking lot, trying to spot his dad's car somewhere. After a few moments of searching he found his dad's black Mustang. Yes you heard right, it was a Mustang! This years edition too! My mom has a damn pickup truck!
We walked over to the God-like car of my dreams. I was kind of nervous actually, since I've never met Johan's dad before. I mean I need to make a good impression since he's this big doctor and I'm dating his son. We got to the driver's side of the car and Johan tapped on the tinted window.
The window rolled down to reveal and middle-aged man with black hair. It was kind of long for a man his age. He actually looked pretty young for his age though. Through his sun glasses I could see blue eyes. Just from the color of his eyes I could tell he was Johan's dad. There aren't many blue orbs like those in the wrold.
Johan's dad pulled down his sunglasses and looked at me up and down, "So is this Judai?" he asked, turning his gaze to Johan.
Johan nodded, "Yep, this is him."
"Uh huh," he said, "Why is he on your back?"
Johan hesitated in answering, "He's um…hurt."
"Where?" His dad asked.
Johan shrugged, "I dunno."
"Maybe I should take a look at it when we get home."
"That's okay!" I chirped, "I'm fine, really!"
"If you say so," he said, "now you two get in the car."
I whispered in Johan's ear, "He knows I'm coming over?"
Johan smiled, "Yeah, I asked him if it was okay this morning, since I was going to ask you today at school if you wanted to, and he agreed."
"Alrighty," I said all cheerful-like.
Johan opened the car door with his one hand and lowered me down into the leather seat. I carefully scooted into the seat trying not to hurt anything. I got settled in the seat okay then Johan got in behind me and shut the door.
I saw Johan's dad's blue eyes staring at me through the review mirror, "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said in an assuring voice, "I'm fine, just a little bruised."
"Okay," he said, "By the way my name is Jonathan, if you need anything, just ask."
"I will be sure too," I smiled.
Jonathan gave a small laugh and started the engine to the Mustang. The exhaust pipe roared and I looked at Johan in amazement. Johan just smiled and said, "Cool huh?"
I nodded, "Super cool!"
I listened to the engine, like a little child listening for the ice cream man. It was just so awesome! I've always kind of been into cars but this was just sweet! I looked out the tinted windows as we drove by the buses. We stopped just beside my own bus where I saw Fubuki sitting in the last seat as usual. What until he sees me!
I rolled down my window and yelled, "Fubuki!"
The brunette jumped in his seat and turned to face out the window to see me leaning out the window of a Mustang with Johan leaning over me to wave to him.
Fubuki's jaw dropped and I saw him poke Ryo and yell to Sho to come over and see us. Soon all three of them had their faces against the window. Sho quickly pulled the hatches to the school bus window and pulled it down.
"What are you doing in that sweet car?!" Fubuki shouted out the window.
Johan smiled, "He's coming home with me!"
Sho pointed in awe at the car, "That's yours?!"
"Jealous?!" Johan laughed.
"Major!"
"Hey Ryo!" I called, "Have any comments?"
Ryo folded his arms and gave a huff. He didn't say anything. I snickered, "What I'd expect!"
I heard the exhaust pipe roar again as we took off to the street. The last thing I yelled was, "Here that monster roar?!"
Fubuki stuck out his tongue and put his head back into the bus. Johan and I laughed hysterically and put our own heads back into the car. I rolled up the tinted window and tried to control my laughter.
"Did you see his face?" Johan asked while laughing.
"Yeah!"
Even Jonathan was laughing, "Showing off my car to your friends?"
"We don't even have to show it off," I said, "it's already slick."
"You think so?" Jonathan asked while looking in the review mirror again.
"I know so!"
And that was our whole conversation on the way home about how cool Johan's dad's car was. It's what you expect from a surgeon. They make a ton of cash, so no wonder the car is expensive and the bomb!
I just love how cool Johan's family is! I mean his stepmom is the nicest person I've ever met, his dad is just plain awesome, and his little sister just adores me. I envy this so bad right now. It makes me sad because I know this is how a family is supposed to be and I don't have that. If I had one wish it would be for my mom and dad to be like Johan's.
Ah! Quit feeling sorry for yourself! Think happy thoughts, happy thought dammit!
We finally pulled up in Johan's driveway. His dad hit the garage door opener and it opened slowly. Jonathan pulled into the garage when the door opened all the way and he turned off the car.
"Home sweet home," he said while he opened his car door.
Johan opened his car door too and looked over at me. He put out his hand to help me out of the car. I thought it was really sweet how Johan was helping me and all. So I put my hand in his and he helped me out of the car as best as he could.
As soon as I got out of the car I felt a shock of pain go up my spine. I let out a yelp and stumbled into Johan's chest. Thank God he had good reflects and caught me before we both went over.
"Are you okay?" Johan asked in a worried tone.
"Y-Yeah," I managed to say, "I'm fine."
I felt Jonathan gazing at me as Johan helped my back on my feet. He didn't say anything but I knew he wanted to.
Johan helped me walk up the few stairs into the house. I was greeted with the smell of vanilla blow into my face. Emmy had obviously been cleaning a lot today. It seems like that's all she does.
"We're home!" Johan called into the house.
A few seconds past until we heard the rush of footsteps running towards us. JoJo appeared out of the corner and jumped on her brother, "Johan's back!"
Johan chuckled, "Hey Jo, what are you doing home so early?"
JoJo smiled wide so you could see her teeth, three were missing. She pointed to her mouth, "Dentist appointment."
"Did he yell at you?" Jonathan asked, appearing form behind us.
"Daddy!" JoJo shouted then tackled him.
"Hey honey," he cooed while rubbing her dark blue hair.
Johan lightly bumped my arm, "Come on. Let's go to my room."
I smirked, "As long as you carry me,"
Johan groaned, "Fine." He got down on one knee and put out his arm behind him like before and I got onto Johan's back. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me up and walked rather quickly to the steps leading upstairs.
As we went up the stairs I saw Emmy in the living room watching TV.
"Hi Emmy!" I called cheerfully.
She turned around and gave me that sweet smile, "Hey hun, you hungry?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay, I just ordered pizza it will be here in a few minutes."
"Thanks Mom," Johan said.
"Anytime," she said before turning back to the TV.
Johan opened the door to his room and stepped in. I let my arms hang of Johan's shoulders and let out a frustrated huff, "I feel like I'm crippled."
Johan laughed and walked over to his bed, "Well you kind of are." He said while kneeling beside the bed, letting me sit down on it. I used my arm to lift myself off of Johan's back and onto the bed. I let out a wince when I bounce a little on the bed.
"Jeez!" Johan yelled, "Even a tempurpedic hurts you?"
I bit my lip, "I don't know, it's been hurting really bad all today." I said while turning on my side to try and get the pain to go away. It worked because my pain started to vanish.
"What did you do?" he asked.
"Umm I…"
Johan sighed, "I guess you still don't want to tell me, huh?"
I closed my eyes, "I'm sorry,"
"It's okay," he said, sitting on the bed next to me, "you obviously have your reasons not to tell me so I won't force you to say anything."
"Did you just realize that last period today?" I asked.
Johan gave a weak laugh, "Yeah, that's why I wasn't mad anymore."
I knew that was what he was mad at today. I'm happy that he let it go and realized that I didn't want to tell him for a good reason.
"I'm really sorry," I mumbled, "I'm just not ready to tell you yet."
Johan kissed my cheek gently, "Don't be sorry. I'll wait patiently until your ready to tell me the truth."
I gave a weak smile, "Thank you."
"But can you at least do me a favor?" he asked.
"What?"
Johan was a little hesitant but came out with it, "Can you at least show me whatever it is that is hurting you?"
Should I? I'm already not telling him about how I'm limping, maybe I should show him. I owe it to him. He's being so patient and he's been helping me move around and stuff. I don't want to try and hide my bruises from Johan forever. I should…I'm going to…
I let out a sigh, "Okay I'll show you. But…!" I trailed off while pointing up my finger, "…realize how hard it is for me to show this to you."
Johan nodded and leaned closer to me, as to say for me to hurry up.
My hands started to tremor as I reached for my zipper. I gulped as I zipped my pants down and cautiously slipped my pants down to my knees. My bruises were still covered by my boxers. I pulled up the leg of my boxers until you could see the red of the cuts and the purple, blue, and black of the giant bruises.
Johan's jaw dropped down to the floor and his eyes widened to the point they were going to burst out of his head, "Oh…my God."
I sat there silently as Johan observed the injuries. He from the look on his face, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He went to go run his finger on it but quickly pulled back, afraid he might hurt me.
"Judai," he whispered, "this…what did you…?"
"Boys!" Emmy called from downstairs, "Pizza's here!"
I quickly pulled my boxers back down and pulled up my pants and zipped them up. I put out my hand, "Help me up."
Johan slowly grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. He was still in shock, I could tell from his body movements and expressions. Maybe I shouldn't have told him if this is what was going to happen. Now he's going to worry non-stop. Why didn't I listen to my conscience? Going on feelings never works.
"Listen Johan," I said, "I don't want you to worry about me, okay?"
Johan gave me a crazy look, "You show me a bunch of cuts and bruises on your ass and you don't expect to worry about it?" he asked, outraged, "If I didn't know any better I'd think that someone was beating the shit out of you!"
I quickly covered Johan's mouth, "Shut up!" I hissed, "You don't yell that kind of stuff out loud!"
Johan pushed my arm away, "Why do you care if it's not true?"
"I-I dunno," I stuttered.
Johan stared at me, studying me, "Is that it? Is someone doing this to you?" he asked biting on his fingernail.
"Judai! Johan! Get down here!" Jonathan called.
"We should go downstairs," I said, heading towards the door.
"You didn't answer my question," Johan snipped.
Without looking back at the bluenette I said, "We'll talk about this later." Then I limped the rest of the way to the door and opened it. I looked back at Johan, "Coming?"
Johan nodded and walked out of his room. I followed him with my limp until he stopped at the top of the stairs. He got down on his knee again, which I already know what he wanted me to do, so I got on his back. We didn't say anything to each other. Johan just gave me a piggyback down the long staircase.
We got to the bottom of the stairs and Johan walked me the rest of the way to the kitchen. When we got in the glamorous kitchen, my mouth watered from the smell of the pizza on the table. I was starving.
Johan gently set me down and I had no problem standing. I guess I was lucky this time. I limped over to the wooden table and gazed at the pizza. My stomach rumbled loudly and I quickly held it, giving a little blush.
Emmy giggled, "You can have the first piece Honey since you're so hungry."
"Thanks," I mumbled in embarrassment.
JoJo was laughing and pointing at me, little squirt.
I smiled, "What are you laughing at?"
"Your tummy is wreally loud."
"Maybe because it wants to eat you!" I teased.
"It couldn't eat me silly, I too big!" she laughed.
"You're big?" Jonathan smiled and grabbed JoJo and put her on his shoulders.
"Jon," Emmy said sternly, "not in the house."
Jonathan laughed, "You treat me like the kids sometimes Emmy." He took JoJo off his shoulders and placed her back on the ground. JoJo pouted since her rein of tallness didn't last long.
Emmy grabbed two pieces of pizza and set it on a paper plate. She smiled while she handed it to me, "Here you go Judai. Hope you don't mind us being hillbillies today with the paper plates."
I chuckled, "It's fine, at least you don't have to do dishes."
She nodded, "Oh God yes, a break from those damn dishes."
I watched as Emmy got the rest of her family pizza on their paper plates. She served herself last. I've always noticed that mothers always make sure that the rest of the family is served before their selves. I thought it was a very nice gesture.
Emmy was letting us eat on the living room tonight. Apparently it was a once every blue moon kind of thing because JoJo kept saying how awesome it was to be eating in the living room.
I limped over to the leather couch where Johan was sitting. He held me hand and helped me ease onto the couch. It was like I was pregnant or something and I couldn't sit down without help.
"Oh dear, are you hurt?" Emmy asked, while walking into the living room to sit by her husband.
I smiled, "Yeah, just a little."
Jonathan rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Judai?"
I looked up with a piece of pizza hanging in my mouth, "Hmm?" I swallowed the piece of pizza, "What is it?"
"Where does it hurt?" he asked.
"Right here," I said while pointing right above my butt.
Jonathan nodded and continued to rub his chin, "When does the pain usually happen?"
"Mostly when I walk, sit, or bend down."
Emmy looked at her husband concerned, "Do you know what's wrong with him?"
Jonathan didn't respond to Emmy's question. He just placed his plate of pizza on the coffee table and stood up from the couch. He walked over to me and said, "Can you please stand up?"
"What are you going to do Jon?" Emmy asked.
"I'm just checking something," he replied.
I felt a little intimidated by the man towering over me. I felt more nervous though because I didn't know what he was going to do. I know he wouldn't make me do anything drastic, and even if I say 'no' that would be rude of me. So I used my arm strength to push myself up into standing position.
"Turn to the side," he commanded.
I did as he said and turned to the side. I felt Jonathan's fingers on the place I said hurt the most. I let out a little gasp at the touch.
"Don't worry Judai," he said calmly, "I'm a doctor I deal with this stuff all the time."
"Dad what are you going to do?" Johan asked, half way off the couch.
Jonathan didn't respond to Johan's question either. Instead and pressed down on my sweet spot. I gave out a painful scream as he applied more pressure to it. I felt tears brim on the side of my eyes, this was extremely painful.
"Jonathan, stop!!" Emmy yelled.
"Yeah Dad! You're hurting him!" Johan yelled too.
Jonathan pulled his fingers from my skin. I felt relieved when the pain started to go away. Johan's dad turned to Emmy, his face serious, "We need to go to the hospital."
"What?!" Emmy shouted, "Why?!"
"His tailbone might be broken."
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Emmy, Jonathan, JoJo, Johan and me all piled into the Mustang and made our way to the hospital to go get x-rays of my tailbone.
I was shocked that it was even possible for my tailbone to be broken. I mean it hurt but I never would have guessed it would be that serious. More than that, it made me sick to know that Giese was the one who broken it.
JoJo and Johan kept asking me if I was okay, and I just keep saying I was fine and there was nothing to worry about. But I wasn't fine at all.
After a few minutes of riding in the car with the same questions being thrown at you, we got to the hospital. We pulled up to the fire lane since it was closest to the front door. Johan let me ride on his back when we got out of the car. Jonathan drove way to go park the car somewhere.
All four of us walked through the automatic doors to the front desk.
Emmy was all in a panic so she was out of breath all the time when she was talking, "I-I…have a boy here…who might have a broken tailbone."
The front desk woman pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and started to ask Emmy all these questions about my personal information.
"Are you the boy's mother?"
"No I am not."
"I'm sorry we need a parent or legal guardian to be with him to let him into a room."
"You don't understand," Emmy said, "His tailbone is broken."
"Sorry ma'am but you can't go in."
That's the one time I saw Emmy get so angry. Man she ripped that front desk lady a new one.
"Listen here!" she screamed, pointing her finger in the lady's face, "I have a boy that is in major pain! He has a broken tailbone and I'll be damned if you don't let us in! If you don't I swear to the holy Jesus above I will sue your asses so bad you'll be pushing a shopping cart within a few weeks!" Emmy slammed her hand on the desk, "Now let us in!"
In a state of shock the lady said, "Um…okay ma'am. You can go back right now since there aren't much people waiting."
"Thank you!" She snapped.
Jonathan ran into the hospital and up to us, "So are we going in?"
"Yes!" Emmy yelled.
A few seconds later a man came out with those little hospital uniforms patients wear. He told me to go and change into it so I had Johan carry me to the changing rooms a hallway down. He set me down and let me change into the musty uniform in the small changing room.
When I got out I had Johan carry me back to the front desk where a nurse was waiting with a clipboard in her hand. She gave me a smile and said she was going to be the one giving me the x-rays.
"I'm sorry but no visitors beyond this point, you'll need to wait in the waiting room." She said.
Johan gave a weary look at me as he gently set me down on the floor. I looked at all of them, feeling horrible that I had to put them all through this. I mean they didn't even have to do any of this shit, but they are doing it anyway. I'm just ruining their evening.
"Follow me," the nurse said sweetly. I limped behind the nurse though the double doors. I gave one last glance at Johan before the doors closed.
Now I was all on my own.
The nurse grabbed a wheelchair in the corner of the hallway and rolled it over to me. I held onto the arms of the chair and carefully set myself down on it. The nurse then pushed my wheelchair down the pure white hallways to the x-ray room.
We finally got to the room at the end of the long hallway. The nurse rolled my wheelchair into the barely lit room with this big machine in front of me. There were two other nurses in there too behind this booth with a computer beside them, which gives them the x-ray pictures.
I slowly pulled myself out of the chair and awaited instructions from the nurses.
One of the nurses yelled from in the booth, "Okay sweetie, stand on the 'X' in the middle of the floor."
I did as I was told and walked over to the 'X' that was made with tape and stood there.
Another nurse told me to hold onto this bar that was a little bit above my head. So I gripped the bar and watched as the nurse used this weird equipment that makes a giant cross along my back with the center point of it were my tailbone is.
"Okay, now relax," she said softly, "I'm going to take your x-ray now."
I couldn't really relax when you know your boyfriend's family had to go out of their way to bring you here and your mom doesn't even know that you're at the hospital in the first place. But I tried to relax the best I could.
I saw the first flash of the camera taking pictures of me. There was three more flashes and they had me move three different angles for them.
They were finally done with taking my x-rays after about five minutes. They told me it would take them about fifteen minutes to get the pictures printed of my tailbone. They said they had this new system or what not that gets results faster. I don't know, I wasn't paying attention.
I got back in my wheelchair since the nurse said that they were going to give me my own room for me to wait in and relax.
The nurse rolled me in that wheelchair for what seemed like hours until we finally got to a room on the third floor that over looked the highway in front of the hospital. She helped me get settled in my bed and made sure I was comfortable.
"I'm going to go get your family real quick." She said before shutting the door.
They aren't my family but they sure do feel like it. Emmy is more than a mother than my mom and Jonathan is more than a father than my dad.
I sat there in the plain and boring room in deafening silence. It was like one of those paded rooms that you put insane people in with the stray jackets. I was about ready to go crazy. Well, until the door opened and Johan, JoJo, Emmy and Jonathan came walking in.
Emmy came over to me crying her eyes out, "Oh honey, I was so worried about you!" she sobbed as she hugged me.
I hugged Emmy back, "It's okay." I said calmly.
Emmy let go of the embrace and went to go sit in the corner where a chair was. Jonathan sitting next to her, and JoJo sitting in her stepmother's lap. Johan was sitting on the hospital bed next to me, holding my hand so tight it was going numb.
I hung my head low and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" Johan asked in a shocked voice, "You're the one who's hurt!"
"If it wasn't for me, all of you wouldn't have to be here worrying about me." I said solemnly.
"Oh God don't say that Judai," Emmy said, her eyes puffy from crying.
"But it's true."
"Judai," Jonathan sighed, "you're hurt, it's not like we're going to ignore it. So don't say it's your fault when it's mine for saying something about it."
I didn't say anything for a while. I clenched the bed sheets, twisting my fingers into them. This isn't mine or Jonathan's fault, it's Giese's. Everything is his fault. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be in pain and we wouldn't be here. Damn him…!
The door squeaked opened and we all turned to face it. A doctor in a white coat walked into the room with a manila folder in his hands. He was an old man with glasses. His hair as white as snow.
The doctor looked over at Jonathan and smiled, "Dr. Andersen, what a pleasure to see a great surgeon like you here."
Jonathan stood up and shook the doctor's hand, "Thank you very much Doctor."
The doctor let go of his grip on Jonathan's hand. He pulled up his manila folder and opened it to reveal four x-ray images.
"Okay," the old man hummed, "So this is for a Judai Yuki, correct?"
I raised my hand so he knew I was there.
"Well let's cut to the chase shall me?" He said, going over to the wall and turning out all the lights in the room. He walked over to a giant board on the wall. He turned a switch on it and a bright light shined from it. It kind of hurt my eyes for a few seconds.
The doctor took the x-rays and placed them on the board and they stuck there. We all looked closely at the different pictures of my tailbone.
The old doctor hummed then said, "Well Judai my boy, your tailbone is defiantly broken."
Oh just fricken peachy!
The doctor pointed to my bone on the picture and began explaining, "See this giant crack along the bone?" We all nodded. "That is your tailbone and this crack shows us that your taildone is broken."
This is just great. Tonight was suppose to be a nice night with Johan and his family. Instead, I'm stuck here in this run down hospital to find out my tailbone is broken from Giese beating me. This couldn't be any better.
The doctor then cleared his throat and started speaking again, "We also found something else in the x-rays that you might want to hear."
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Kikuchan: What does the doctor know?
Judai: Will I finally tell johan about the beatings?
Kikuchan: you will find out if you...
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