Lisa and Bill turned around in confusion. The phone rang, and that was enough to make them start toward the sound. Lisa answered it, and the police picked up. She swallowed hard, frowned, and tried to calm herself. Running her hands through her hair, Lisa began to think, trying to take in what the police were saying. She hung up after the conversation, tears in her eyes, and pursed her lips, seemingly knowing that she really had nothing to say.

- What happened...? Just didn't..., did you?" The man's eyes widened.

"They found Fly! In an alley, half dead."

The couple got out of the SUV confused and turned around. They began to hear sirens, and that was enough to make them rush in the direction of the sound. The closer they got to the alley, the louder they heard it. When they finally turned the corner, they saw it. People were standing in droves. Police and ambulances lined the scene. They got closer and saw the desperate, frightened faces of the people behind them as the police tried to hold them back. They swerved and asked the people behind them for directions as they called out their son's name. They had their arms around their shoulders and tangled, the people behind them growling as they moved forward. But then their eyes widened at the realization.

Behind the police cordon.

Two familiar were there. Chuck, who was as white as a wall as the tears dried on his face. His face, hands and shirt were stained with blood. He was shaking like a leaf, even though he was covered with a blanket.

Fly was lying on the ground. His face and body were covered with scratches and bruises, and the veins in his neck were alarmingly swollen. His clothes were dirty and torn, and his mouth was stained with small, multiple traces of blood. Around his chest was a huge stain.

Two doctors helped him as they tried to revive him. One gave him CPR resuscitation and the other breathed.

- Fly!" screamed Lisa, fear and desperation sparkling in her blue eyes.

Please - calm down! If you don't interfere with the paramedics, you can get closer to the boy.

The police major restrained the distraught parents, who wanted only Fly back.

- No!" shouted Bill, "Why wouldn't they get on the case? You idiots never do anything, if you had found him sooner my son wouldn't be in this condition! He's only 13, fuck!

- Says the someone who ignored your kid for a minute and fell off the face of the earth in an instant! So shut up and don't bother anyone.

Bill turned pale. There was some truth in the policeman's words. If he hadn't turned around for a minute, Fly wouldn't be standing between life and death right now. He realized that it was his fault and he might have branded his son for life. His eyes averted and he folded his hands over his chest.

He shook his head and bit his lip. Tears fell from his eyes as he watched the paramedics revive Fly.

They were both sweating when Fly's vital signs finally returned. The boy began coughing wildly after a violent gasp. The blood and mucus came out of his throat in small and large amounts. He could feel his lungs contracting and constricting.

- For now, we have won this battle. But the child is not out of danger," the doctor told his partner.

One sucked out the red fluid with a long thin tube. After the procedure, the other took an oxygen mask from bag. The heart monitor finally showed all his vital signs, and the numbers were not very good.

The paramedic carefully placed the breathing mask over Fly's face. The boy's breathing became steadier and his forehead was smooth again. Meanwhile, the doctor took out a stethoscope and put it under Fly's sweater.

- I could hear the heart sounds very faintly. His blood pressure is also very low," the doctor said across from him, his forehead shining with sweat.

- Wait, don't tell me...

- If this is what I think it is, the child has minutes, not hours! Søren, tell the hospital to prepare an operating room immediately. If the boy somehow survives this trip, bring him they in now. And they examine him in the operating room. He doesn't have much time.

- "All right," he said.

Lisa stood with her hands almost clasped, watching the authorities frantically. Her eyes were red, her face wet and streaked with uncontrolled tears. She shook violently, the back of one hand pressed to her lips as if trying to hold back her hoarse sobs.

Bill could almost feel the guilt emanating from her as she stared at him with watery blue eyes and hugged him tightly, as if silently begging him not to take God Fly.

The police asked Chuck to get into the police car so they could listen him out. At first he protested that he wasn't going anywhere, but after a while he agreed.

Fly opened his eyes weakly and blinked feebly as he was placed on a stretcher. He could see his parents hugging each other tightly behind the cordon, their eyes a storm of tears. Tears fell down her cheeks in shame as she was carried into the vehicle. She expected to be traumatized for life, but it was worth it. The doctors closed the door of the ambulance and drove away.

Passersby continued on their way, expressing condolences to the Fiskeri couple. Police took Chuck away, only forensics were there. Bill noticed Fly's hat on the ground. He quickly picked it up before the police confiscated it. He looked at the hat and held his head sadly while holding it with his other hand. Silent tears fell from his eyes and he tried to breathe. He felt as if his heart was being pulled down by burning chains. He was almost suffocating. Something thin and warm embraced her shoulders, soothing words murmured beside her.

"Ssshh... Don't blame yourself, please, it's not your fault. The police can go fuck themselves. Let's go to the hospital and see if we can find out anything about his condition."

"Everything will be fine."

He doesn't know whether to believe her.

Fly!

Lisa lifts her head in fright when she wakes up, looks around and gasps. The room was dimly lit, but it was enough to tell that she was in a hospital room. Lisa put her hand to her forehead to wipe away the sweat, but as she did so, she realized she was crying. Images from her dream flashed in her mind and she shook her head to dislodge them. Her heart began to beat fast as her mind jumbled several thoughts, but she couldn't focus on any of them.

She wanted to scream, but she didn't want to wake the other residents of the hospital. She was letting in too much air, and it wasn't enough; for she felt as if her throat was being constricted, as if someone was choking her.

- Relax, Lis. You're probably just having a seizure. Try to breathe slowly. Count to 10.

After a few unsuccessful breaths, the woman's breathing was something like that of a calm person.

The clock on the wall read 2 a.m. when she looked at it. Her hands relaxed as she saw her son lying there beside her.

Fly was asleep. Not that she expected to wake up. And she couldn't remember the last time he had slept so peacefully and calmly.

- Just asleep, not in a coma, he thought, and sighed.

Lisa got up from the chair and leaned closer to him, a few tears falling from her eyes as she did so, but they were relieved. Fly was not dead. She breathed a kiss on his forehead while stroking his messy hair, she wanted to hug him like the most precious thing in the whole world, but the doctor had forbidden her. She could feel Fly's breathing and heartbeat, which made her relax slightly. It was a nightmare. Here it is. He's all right.

She pulled up a chair, sat next to her and watched him sleep for a while.

Fly suddenly began to speak and shook his head.

"Hmm... I can't believe it! That you are alive... I can't believe it. "

- Fly. Are you okay?" asked Lisa, but her son didn't answer. He just kept saying stupid things.

I... I don't know... I really don't know... Don't hurt them... You have the only last drop... you bastard... No. Don't... Don't touch me!

What the hell? "

Lisa grabbed Fly's arm and shook him gently to wake him up. He was crying, tears rolling down the pale boy's face. Her blood froze as Fly began to scream.

- Jesus, you're waking up the whole hospital," Lisa whispered in a shaky voice. For a moment she was afraid Fly wouldn't open his eyes, but then he opened them and looked around in a panic.

- Let go of me, psycho!

- Calm down, Fly, it's just me.

The boy looked at his mother, then buried his head in her shoulder and began to cry. Breaking the doctor's words, he hugged her and held her close.

"Fly, why are you hugging me?"

But Fly was crying like a baby, trying not to be loud enough to wake anyone in the hospital. He sniffled andBe fine hoked, feeling the tears constrict his throat. His heart began to pound so hard he could almost feel his injured chest dragging down his whole body as he hugged his mother tightly. Even though it hurt him.

"Mom! God, I...

- Ssshh! It's okay, I'm here. Nightmares, right?" asked Lisa, weakly returning the hug. As she stroked her son's back.

"It's like... It was horrible..."

- You were very loud.

- Wait... What the hell are you doing here?" asked Fly, breaking free from her embrace and looking at his mother in confusion.

The woman held up an card pinned to her green knit sweater. She flashed her best and widest grin, which was self-satisfied.

"I have a permit!"

Fly chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. He dried his tears with the blanket and went back to bed, sighing. He looked so tired, so fragile...

- Do you want to talk about it?" asked Lisa with a worried expression on her face.

The boy nodded no and turned around. He hesitated for a while, then got out of bed again and looked into his mother's eyes. He took time to think about it before answering. And he shook his head nervously.

- I need to know what happened while I was unconscious. I mean, I really need to know. Even Chuck didn't give me anything concrete. Not even you.

Fly's voice was shaky, his eyes filled with fear.

"Are you sure? I don't know, a little late for a conversation? You need to rest..."

- Mom, listen to me. I really need to know what happened and about ... everything," Fly insisted, looking at her urgently. He seemed wide awake and ... Startled.

She sighed. "Fine"

- So the professor is in a crisis. Are you sure about that, Mom?" asked Fly with a worried look on his face.

Lisa nodded. She spoke at length about the events of the past two weeks.

After Fly had been stabbed, the police had opened an investigation into attempted murder. Chuck was taken away by the police. Passersby and residents were asked if they had seen or heard anything suspicious. No one heard or knew anything. They found the murder weapon. He had been stabbed with a 9-inch blade that appeared to have been thrust into Fly's chest. Unfortunately, no fingerprints were found.

Doctors struggled for hours to save the boy's life. They surgery for several hours. During this time, Bill was completely uncomfortable. If he had been such a good father, his son would not have been between life and death. Because he was sure if he had to have surgery, it would be much worse than he thought. He should have taken better care of him!

Every time the door opened, they thought it was over and their son was fine, but it was just green-clad people rushing here and there, saying nothing. Or a few people looked at the little family and cast a pitying glance. Then they asked the grandparents to watch Stella.

The incident was the only thing the news had spoken in the last two weeks, and it seemed that despite them finding enough evidence, the killer had not been found anywhere.

- Well, the point is, it was a pretty brutal week. Lisa said. "You don't have to worry about it anymore." It's over.

Fly nodded, but he didn't seem sure. And he lay back on his bed.

He needed to know exactly what had happened, even if he didn't want to hear the worst part.

- I know it's too late, but ... We need to have a serious conversation about this. If it's up to you...

She looked at him with a shady expression on her face. - "I know it's very hard for you ..."You've been very through a lot, son."

"No one will experience what I've been through," Fly sighed.

"I don't know if you want to talk about your disappearance?" I see you're confused, but what you remember, you can tell me.

Lisa grabbed Fly's hat off the table. It was like a talisman. And she handed it to his son.

Fly reached out and grabbed his hat with a reassuring gesture. He took a deep breath and started talking.

- Where do I start?... That night, I felt a strange thing on my neck. I felt really weird, like... I lost my ability to move. Then everything faded to me, but I saw a strange figure.

I woke up in an empty cold room tied to a chair. I don't know what he asked me about, but I know I didn't say anything, and then I was... Relentlessly tortured.

Fly shook his head and pursed his lips. And he dropped a tear one or two.

"That certain day he was about to kill me in the alley. He pulled me up against the wall... Afterwards I felt a stinging something in my chest that sliced my heart from the inside. Chuck tried to help me, but by then I had lost consciousness.

The last thing I remember that I woke up in a cold room, that something warm and soft pressed down on my face, forming a pear-shaped circle around my mouth and nose, as if someone had put it on me, I felt a metallic thing in my throat and, as if I forgot to breathe, because something it forced the air into my lungs completely, and everything darkened in front of me.

Lisa just sat in silence, in the chair, trying to get all the information she got.

- I'm so ashamed I didn't run away... And I guess, you were really angry at dad for not watch to me. I don't know, a lot of times I think I'm the reason your marriage is slowly deteriorating. And also me for, again, my recklessness gone too far.

- 'I never hated your father for that,' Lisa said, taking his hand. "I'm not going to lie, I was a little angry with him, but he's been acting really weird lately too, he's probably just trying to straighten up because of your accident. You're not to blame for anything, and get that thought out of your head right now. You were just a victim... After what you told me, I'm a little confused. And tired.

- Yeah, me too," Fly said, rubbing his forehead with his hand, "And now I've got a really bad headache.

They spent a few minutes in silence, both of them swimming in their own thoughts.

- 'It's getting late, sweetheart. 'You need to rest,' Lisa said with a sigh.

- Okay. Besides, I'm getting tired." murmured Fly, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

Lisa stood up, stretched and yawned.

Fly suddenly grabbed her hand as her heart leapt.

- Will you stay with me?" asked Fly, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. "Nightmares. I don't want to be here alone."

- Sweetie, I'll just be on the other side, sleeping here relax. ... Okay, I don't mind being stay in the chair.

The boy nodded and closed his eyes, softly releasing his mother's hand.

"Don't worry Flynn, I'll be here with you. I'll take care of you.

Lisa suddenly woke up the next morning with a terrible pain in her neck. She admitted that the chair in the hospital room was not the most comfortable, the extra bed she slept in was better than nothing. She stretched... and then she realized she wasn't alone.

A young dark-haired woman was looking at her. Lisa and the young woman dressed in white had come into the room several times over the past few weeks, but they never actually spoke. She just looked at her with a small smile,

when she heard her wake up.

- Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you.

- 'Don't worry about it,' the nurse said, checking the boy's vital signs. And wrote something on a piece of paper. "It's obvious you really love your son. You always here."

- Yes. I love him very much.

- Anyway. If he wakes up, we'll have to take him to a couple of tests. To check his condition. They've already taken the stitches off his chest yesterday, if his vitals are not critical, we'll put him in a proper ward where his friends can visit him.

- What tests are being done on him?

- I don't know off the top of my head. I'm sure he's a strong young boy. He can withstand these tests. The nurse joked. "Well, I suppose you know what to do if he wakes up," she added with a smile. And she left the room.

Lisa took a pair of jeans and two tops out of her bag. She put them on, not liking to be in her next day's clothes, and folded them neatly and put them in the bag. She was a little sorry that Fly's room didn't have a bathroom. She'd take a nice long bath when she got home.

She watched Fly slowly wake up, her sleepy eyes narrowed at him. There were tears and his hands were shaking. No doubt another nightmare.

- Hey, Fly!

- Morning, Mom.

Nightmares, right?" asked the taller woman sitting on the edge of her son's bed. He nodded.- Now everyone is taking steps to make sure this doesn't happen again.

- This time it was something different," Fly said with a shrug. He looked intently at Lisa as if trying to make sure she was there, within reach.

- I hope you know that when we get back, you'll have to tell me about your nightmares." she said worriedly.

"I know."

- Listen, the doctors are going to take you to run some tests.

"Okay" Fly seemed unconvinced, biting his lip as usual.

"We'll come back later, in the meantime be good," Lisa said and kissed Fly's forehead.

Fly smiled softly.

Lisa has a lot of free time before the visiting hours start, so she decided to do her chores at home. Autumn will soon be over in the country and the harsh cold winter will be upon us. Most people were getting ready to go to work, children and young people were going to school and kindergarten. The woman rode her bicycle in silence as her thoughts were once again racing around in a jumble. Since Fly had been hospitalized, she could count the hours of sleep she got each day with her fingers. Very few. She and her husband had looked like a zombie for the past two weeks. Understandably, because they were so worried about their son.

But for some reason, everything felt so strange. So much was happening. Fly disappears and then someone stabs him in the chest, which he bizarrely survives. It's also possible that he's not only physically injured as a result, but mentally injured as well. She is very worried about this, as there is a high chance that he may develop Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. As she is a therapist and psychologist she has been treating Fly for some time. To this day she refuses to accept that her son's mental health is in ruins. In any case, when he is discharged from the hospital, she will treat him again so that it doesn't get worse. Or at least before it's too late.

"How was it possible that we did everything we could to give you a normal childhood and yet it's like you've been abused your whole life."

45 minutes later, he came home.

She parked her bike in the same spot she'd used to lean it against the wall for the past few weeks. She entered the apartment, expecting Stella to still be asleep and her husband to be doing his usual chores or she to be asleep. But strangely, in the hallway, she could smell the delicious aroma of coffee and the sweet, warm ambience of breakfast. It was always somewhere else, spread out.

She entered the kitchen and saw Bill sitting in the kitchen while reading a newspaper. It was as if they had been completely replaced. There were no signs of fatigue on it, and it was as if the circular beard had become tidier ... And his hair was tied up.

- That was fast! I thought you'd be gone all day.

He looked mocking in his salmon pink shirt, offset by a dark cardigan. A put the newspaper down on the table, then stood up and returned with a large pile of hemendex.

- Stella has a cold, so she's not going to school today. 'She's in the living room watching TV,' he said, his eyes bright with playfulness, and then he rested his hands on the chair.

- Wow! Since when are you so attentive?- Lisa looked at her husband and frowned at the large plate in front of her.

"It'll be all right now Lis. And yes... You see... it's a tiny ponytail. "I know I look 'fine'," Bill said gloomily. You spend all your days in the hospital, barely sleeping and eating. Anyway, how's Fly?"

- Don't worry about him. He's recovering nicely. It's true he's had some nightmares but, when he's discharged, I'll give him a try to stabilize his mental health again," Lisa said with a smile.

He looked at her, narrowing his eyes slightly as he saw it in her eyes. She smiled too.

"I'm so glad you're doing well. He's a wonder kid. When I'm done with work, we'll all go in to see him. I don't know if it'll be good for you?"

Lisa was suddenly very interested in the large amount of meat on her plate. The man said nothing, so he returned to his work.

- So much had happened recently. And it's so strange,' Lisa thought to herself. "My life has been really shit the last few years. At first it seemed like this year was going to be very special. Because, it's not the 1900s anymore, it's a whole new century and everything is so strange and new. Fuck of course! The kids disappear in the roaring sea, only one of the three is injured, but at least he only broke his leg. Of course this incident had its consequences, because my son became aquaphobic, but at least he was only afraid of open water. After his recovery, he was stabbed, and he survived that. Ever since Dad died, nothing's been the same... I know I'll never get over his death. I'll never accept what happened to him, and I miss him so much...

But ...

Suddenly she felt like she was back in 1998. The worst year of the whole family.

Lisa realized she was just playing with her food. She wasn't very hungry now, even though she had been starving a few minutes before. She pushed a slice of bacon to one side, then the other, while her mind was full of thoughts and memories.

She began to eat slowly, savouring every bite, every last bite. She was so aware of... everything. As if she herself was enjoying life to the full, even if she had lost his loved ones in pain. That was part of life, the pain of living and fighting. So answer?

She sat on the table for a few more minutes then went to the bathroom. She showered and washed her long red hair. She stood in front of the mirror and watched her face. Her eyes were shining, her mouth was a little swollen, but she felt fine. Her husband also mentioned that Stella had fallen ill and might be watching TV. She put on a tunic and headed for the living room.

- "Hello, Stella," he greeted his daughter, who was watching The Little Mermaid.

The little girl turned around and was very happy to see her mother home.

There was a loud ringing at the front door. Mechanically she started for the door and opened it. She saw Eric at the door.

- Hello, Eric.

The young boy put on a quizzical face when he noticed that she was in a dazed state.

- 'Are you all right Lisa,' he asked as soon as he could speak.

- Why?" she asked back.

- Because you're acting very strange...

- Oh! Really??" she looked at herself. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine.

"Can I come in?" asked Eric, still looking at Lisa strangely.

- Of course! Come in." she stood aside from the door and let the young boy in.

Then he closed the chocolate-coloured door.

- Um... Am I too early?- Eric said uncomfortably, after smelling the fresh smell of breakfast.

- I just finished breakfast. Stella got sick, Bill's working at the office and I've done practically nothing... yet.

"I see." nodded Eric.

They both left the large hallway and headed straight for the living room. The young boy took his place on the couch. They've been talking to each other quite often lately, like a psychologist talking to his patient. The subject was the same. Eric would tell what was weighing on his mind.

"Fly gave me a new chance. What have I done over the years? Popular, lucky, loved all around, he positive about everything. I'm just a screwed up kid who wants to give up a bad addiction. And my homo sexuality makes me feel like an outsider in society. And I see darkness everywhere and I keep it inside me.

- Eric, you know that this can't go on - Lisa replied with a bitter sigh - after a while you have to part with your "demons" it may also be a way to open up old wounds, but you said before that your relationship with your father was always good only... your mother is not the mother figure and taught you bad things.

The young boy just looked at the carpeted floor with his head down and didn't reply. The morning sunlight illuminated the room as if they were in the light of God.

- 'Don't be such a dope,' Lisa giggled, pushing Eric towards her and gently patting his shoulder.

- Thanks! And it's too bad Fly wasn't in school, because... I blew up the chemistry room.

[Fly]

Fly's breathing stopped, his unblinking gaze locked on the sleepy, half-lidded eyes. His pink lips parted slightly from his slow breathing, his longer hair now disheveled and falling over his flushed face.

Undoubtedly, he remembered several thoughts that had occurred in the past hour.

"I'm glad I got that over with, too. But why did they take the stitches out of my chest yesterday. But why did they take it off now, why not when I was in a coma?"

He stared at the ceiling for a while and then woke up.

"I wonder what that wound looks like now," he thought to himself and started rummaging in the drawer of the bedside table. He found a make-up mirror and carefully took off his shirt. Not quite as long as the scar. He was obviously shocked to see it! He watched his chest rise and fall slowly. He moved his head and looked at the wound quizzically. He rubbed it with his finger and noticed the sudden warmth in it.

He sighed softly and blinked his eyes as he tried to shake the sleep from them. He buttoned back his shirt and felt as if the atmosphere was strange. He glanced at the faint light falling on the window, shining on his face, squinting at the sudden intrusion.

At first he simply looked around, trying to take in the details of the room.

His face cracked in deep thought, his brows furrowed as his breathing became shallower, faster. He shifted on the bed, his fingers clenched into fists over the blanket, his eyes flickering as he stared at the IV stand. He didn't know what was happening to him now.

With growing unease, he realized that this place was not full of the love or happiness he had expected. No, there was something else, something different and unsettling about them.

He swallowed hard, his eyes wide as he tried to think of something happy. The voices in his head were also getting louder and not full of happiness. And then he realized...

Fear. Pain. Death.

His eyes opened wide in terror and he tugged aggressively at the wires, his shoulders tensing as his desperate whimpers grew louder.

His eyes squeezed shut as he struggled through protesting noises. He twitched, his head held tightly as his mouth opened to a scream as he tensed in pain. He tried to calm down, but his heart tightened as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Fly what happened to you? " - when Eric entered the room he couldn't understand what was happening to his friend. He moved quickly to calm him down, but when he got closer Fly suddenly grabbed him and pushed him away. Eric fell onto the nearest IV stand, by the time he came to Fly was on the floor curled up crying and the needle inserted was not in the back of his hand. He fell on the rack his friend was strapped to. He panicked and tried to cautiously move closer to Fly. He could see that he was struggling hard to get up, but strangely enough he couldn't. He had to hold her down as he got closer to her to keep from hurting himself.

- 'Fishy boy there is nothing or no one here to hurt you,' Eric said and held Fly in his arms while his other hand gently stroked his head.

At the sound of his best friend's voice and the touch on his head Fly seemed to pause, softening to shaky tremors, moans that turned to sobs.

- Okay buddy, it's okay, I'm here," Eric whispered soothingly as his eyes glazed over with relief. He put one hand on the bed rail to press the nurse button, "Please don't do this anymore. "

Fly remained tightly closed-eyed, his face pinched in an expression of deep pain as he sobbed inconsolably as his trembling hand clutched at his friend's chest, his hand clinging to the boy's coat. Eric found he had nothing to say. All he could think of was that this image was now burned into his mind; Fly had shown his true fear.

[Eric]

Hours later, after hours of trying to calm Fly down, his parents were informed and immediately went to their son's room. Eric waited in the hallway outside Fly's room in numb silence. For hours, he looked at him in horror, not knowing why. When the doctors went in they immediately treated his friend and tried to calm him down and his injuries from the fall on his hand.

For hours he has been struggling with a growing feeling of dread in his chest.

And all this time, all he could think about was... what happened to him? It was so disturbing to see him in such a state of mad anxiety. He just didn't understand it. He was so distraught that someone was trying to kill him.

It wasn't long before Eric's father arrived. He had a large amount of bandages on his hands, having nearly cut his finger off with one of the kitchen utensils. Amir stood beside his son, numb and expressionless, staring blankly at the floor. He sat down next to Eric and sighed bitterly.

- What's up?

- I don't understand, Dad.

Eric croaked, his eyes still searching the floor tiles as if they held the answer to his question.

- "I don't know what that was about either. "Amir shrugged.

- Okay, what does that mean?- Eric looked up, raised an eyebrow at him.

- My son! The kiddo has been here for almost a month! Apparently he thought someone was watching him or something, I don't know. He must have seen something that reminded him of his accident or someone and that's why he was so freaked out," Amir said matter-of-factly. "- You're overthinking it. Not necessarily that it's all about you.

Despite Amir's explanation, Eric didn't calm down and sighed.

Suddenly the door to Fly's room opened. They both looked up and saw first the doctor step out, then Bill, who closed the door behind him. The blond-haired man stared first at Amir's bound hands, then sat down beside Eric on the metal chair and looked at him sympathetically.

- I swear I wasn't looking for Fly, I was just... so bored I was wandering the halls and all I could hear was Fly starting to scream and I was trying to help him!" the young boy looked desperately at Bill, who was fully aware, or at least Amir was proof, that no visit was on Eric's mind.

"Hey hey hey! No problem! At least you were inside and he didn't do anything stupid to himself."

- By the way, how are you doing kid," Dr. Eugene Stenhouse interrupted when he remembered that his patient had pushed him onto the IV stand.

The guy he'd always trusted and had been through so much. When he heard about the incident he refused to accept it, just prayed it was a big joke. Of course it wasn't. And finally, after weeks of struggle, he accepted it in utter terror.

But why? Why was he so afraid? Maybe his father was right, that he was probably trying to remember the accident and instead the most horrible parts of the memory flashed into his mind.

But then... what was wrong?

However, unable to make these questions outsiders, Eric just looked at the doctor and then lowered his eyes depressedly.

Inhalation.

Exhale.

Fly repeats once, twice, three times ... He tried to calm the shocks, but they took deep roots deep in his stomach.

When doctors and nurses entered the room, they asked questions and he try answered them. It didn't even appear that the needle inserted in his hand tore his skin apart, he felt only a slight pungent pain caused by that stinging pain, the needle under his skin. After Eric was sent out of the room, the wound was sutured and sedatives were given to him. He now has several layers of bandage on his hands.

His mother and little sister were inside the room.

- Fly ... Do your hands still hurt? Stella asked softly as she climbed onto her brother's bed. Lisa wanted to take the girl off the bed, but for some reason she didn't. Now she allowed her on an exceptional occasion.

"Stella ..." Fly got up, pulled her close, and hugged her tightly. He closed his eyes to let his vision rest just a little.

"I always want to be with him, even when I have to stay here."

- Fly ... - Stella sniffed - "I miss you so much!"

The boy's heart contracted and he held it even tighter.

"Now, wait a minute... Anxiety, Flashback, Nightmares, Fear..."

- Dad, did you think of something? - Eric's hands tightened, his fingers curled and dug into the metallic material, trying to soothe the feeling of pressure on his chest.

- 'I'm sorry, but I'm afraid Fly has PTSD,' Amir said sadly.

- Unfortunately, you were right Amir...- Stenhouse was silent for a moment. "But it's not just PTSD we have to worry about, there's something else.

Mostly silent when he heard those words, Bill sorted his thoughts to ease his troubled heart after the revelation that his son would never be the same.

"What's the problem that's even bigger than post-trauma?"

"We did some tests on Fly to make sure there was no brain damage from all the cardiac arrest. Fortunately, it only induced a two-week coma," Stenhouse explained as he opened the door to Fly's room." Fiskeri mentioned his son's increasing frequency of daytime naps. I'm not sure, but he currently has a condition called narcolepsy. It's a very rare sleep disorder, unfortunately not curable, but very treatable.

They all went into the room. Silence. Not that they were waiting for Fly to greet them happily. They saw his face become a mask of sadness and regret. His downcast eyes, staring at nothing, just a sombre expression on his face.

Eric swallowed, and after a few moments of silence, Dr. Stenhouse left his side and cleared his throat.

"Hello Flynn," he said in a low, gentle voice, "I'm sorry. I know you're tired, but there's someone here to see you.

Fly sighed heavily and looked up at Eric. As they locked eyes, what he saw in the boy's eyes; signs of regret and shame. Eric saw the glistening of tears at the edge of his swollen eyes, as if he had been crying, dark circles around them.

"'Fuck what the hell am I going to say' Eric thought to himself. He walked closer to his friend's bed and said. "Hey Fly. No need to be sorry, I know you didn't push me away on purpose, it's just those horrible memories that caused the fear. There's nothing wrong with me. A fist bump?" He raised his fist.

Fly looked at him for a few moments, blinking slowly, his hand twitching, his fingers shaking with the effort as he processed the question. The more he looked at him, the more he became unsure. After several minutes of silence, Fly put on a faint smile and shook his fist at Eric.

- I hear you blew up the chemistry room- Fly said in a serious, but a funny tone." That shows you miss me a lot, but next time be careful."

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. "Eric didn't sound convincing, but at least his voice was ringing.

Fly chuckled and pulled his best friend towards him.

- I hope they let you go home soon, though, everyone at school misses you. "Except for Denmark's most spoiled child," Eric said.

- I was just about to say that you've improved a lot in a day. If nightmares and anxieties are alleviated, you may be discharged in 5 days," Dr Stenhouse announced with a smile.

Everyone smiled, but mostly Fly. He was glad that this nightmare would soon be over.

[Three days later \ Chuck]

"God damn it! How could I have slept like that? I haven't even visited Fly in 3 days! I have to tell him something..."

He put on some clothes, grabbed his glasses from his desk and hurried out of the room, not before frowning over the bed, "How the hell was I able to fall asleep."

Chuck left the house and went to the hospital as quickly as possible. He was very angry that he had slept, but he knew that after school his body would be completely exhausted. He parked his bike and entered the building, curbing his urge to run. He asked the receptionist where his cousin had been put. He didn't have time to feel embarrassed, he just couldn't wait to get to Fly's room. He got the answer to the question and saw her face light up with the old sweet smile.

He ignored all the people coming and going in the hallway. When he finally reached room 230 and opened the door without knocking.

- Fly I have something... - He froze, his hand still on the door handle. Fly was not alone. There were three people in the room." - tell you- he said.

There was a blonde girl, with a rather tatty bun and a serene smile on her face, standing by Fly's bed, not making eye contact with anyone. Diane Myers is rarely seen talking to people. He recognized Eric from anywhere. Long chestnut brown hair, which if he didn't adjust it, would stick all in his face. Piercing on his body. He sat on a chair while talking in his typical entertaining tone.

Another unexpected visitor, sitting at the end of Fly's bed, was a boy Chuck had seen somewhere. He looked a lot like Daniel Brix's friend. Blond hair (with a yellowish tinge), green eyes, a goofy smile on his face and a green striped sweatshirt.

"Nilson or Nils? What's that guy's name again?

But he didn't have much time to think, as the whole scene was a bit... awkward. He was still standing on the doorframe, his mouth slightly open, looking at the three unexpected guests.

"Chuck!" said Fly with that sweet and beautiful smile. "What took you so long? I thought you were never going to visit me again!"

"I'm sorry... It's just you know I'm always busy for some reason. "

Chuck entered the room and closed the door behind him, not so sure how to act. He just waved to the other with an awkward "What's up?" To which they responded with enthusiasm.

- You see Diane, you don't have to be afraid of us. Now, you're glad Chuck is here.

Diane nodded and never stopped the smile on her face.

- And guess what? I managed to get Swenson's eyes open and he's now not Brix's dog," Fly introduced the boy.

- Niels Swenson. Hello!

- Hello. - he said hello.

Fly started off asking about school, and got an answer. Quite a lot. The others told him that all sorts of rumours were being spread for him. Some believed he'd been kidnapped, while others thought he'd skipped school. He also learned that Daniel Brix had spread the word about his accident, he said in addition; he ruled out ever waking up. The police also came in and questioned Eric and Daniel, as when Chuck was questioned he told them that Eric was a childhood friend and Daniel was a current enemy.

However, Chuck never took his attention away from Fly. He paid attention to every last expression: worry, anxiety, curiosity, fear, relief, happiness. The way his eyebrows drooped when he spoke of something serious, the way his expressions contrasted against his soft skin, the curve of his lips curled into a smile, the way his lips bit his as he thought. Only 4 or 5 days had passed and he was less pale, less tired.

"What the hell are they doing here? I better get them out of here sooner," thought Chuck.

- How are you anyway, Chuck?" asked Diane in a soft voice.

- Hey, Einstein, she asked a question! Answer her!

Oh, well... I'm fine. I'm better now. You know, after...

He couldn't help but look at Fly with a sad face.

"After that monster stabbed my cousin..." the genius continued quietly.

- Yes! 'And let's hope they get the bastard,' said Niels sympathetically.

- He told us about what happened. I'm glad he's all right.", Diane suddenly put on a worried face.

- 'And do you come here often?' asked Eric with genuine curiosity.

- Yes... Until Fly's condition got a little better. From then on I concentrated on my studies...

The short answer probably held him back regardless of what was written on everyone's faces; understanding.

- Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to go get some air," Eric declared as he stretched.

- 'Okay, but don't go too far,' Fly said, looking at him with bright eyes. Eric nodded with his foot on the door before anyone could see the embarrassed look on his face.

"Now I'm finally alone," Eric thought to himself when he was outside.

He was standing in the smoking area in front of the building. He took a bite of the cigarette in his mouth, lit it and inhaled, letting out a thick puff of smoke.

"Chuck is acting very strangely and it worries me. He's been barging into Fly's room like an aggressive wild boar."

He took another drag on his cigarette, feeling it burn in his throat. It was so soothing, the way the nicotine permeated his system.

Suddenly his phone rang. He leaned against the wall, holding his phone to his ear as he watched people pacing back and forth.

He crushed the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray outside.

Eric sighed into the phone:- Hi Dad.

Meanwhile, he took a lollipop from his pocket and put it in his mouth while his father spoke on the other line end.

"Okay. Just don't leave your finger for the second time, if you can." the young boy scratched his forehead. Amir chuckled on the other end of the line.

"Don't worry son. Everything will be fine. If you don't mind me asking, what about Fly?"

The boy smiled, "If all is true, he will be convalescing at his home tomorrow.

"I'm glad! Then I won't bother you any more. Goodbye Eric!"

- Yeah. Bye dad! I love you! - and then he hung up the phone.

As he sucked on the lollipop in his mouth, he looked around the parking lot and saw people talking, going back and forth, in and out. A little later, he dropped the half-eaten lollipop on the ground and, with his foot, crushed it.

When he returned to the hallway, Diane was standing outside the room, apparently quite nervous. She was alone, by the way.

"Where is Niels!? What is she doing here alone?"

- Hey Diane! What are you doing here?- Eric called, waving a little." Is Niels still inside? Chuck didn't start to-

- "Yes, he did, he's started his action!- she said nervously. "It wasn't five minutes later and Chuck was about to dump everyone. Said it was because Fly needed a rest! The blonde kid knew better than to jump around, and that was the reason Chuck took action.

- Then he's still in there, isn't he?" asked Eric, feeling his expression gradually lifting his murder mask.

She nodded.

"I swear I'll take care of that grease freak!"

He approached the door to room 230 and placed his hand on the handle, ready to interrupt, but his curiosity was all the greater. Even with the constant whispering of people around the hallway, he could hear their voices through the thin door. He leaned closer and tried to focus on the sound of the people in the room, almost touching the wooden door with his right ear.

- "Let already Diane back," Fly's offended voice came to him.

- "I'm doing this for your own good. Get it through your head that you're seriously hurt! You need to rest! If you hadn't started fooling with that idiot, you wouldn't be having chest pains again!"

- But still, sending us away, Charles, is not a solution!" he heard Niels' bitter voice.

Eric went into the room to tell Chuck that he can often be an asshole. But he'd rather not.

-Hey, am I interrupting something? he asked thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on Chuck's nervous expression.

- Well, yeah ... - he started to say, but Fly interrupted him.

- No. There's nothing wrong. You can stay here. Chuck, you should call Diane back and apologize to her.

"Oh, my dear cousin. I suspected you were still as stubborn as ever. Regardless of the fact that you're lying in a hospital room because you got stabbed by that damn monster. You're awesome, Flynn! Great!", Chuck thought to himself. His mouth was dry, and he could feel his heart pounding behind his ribs like it was about to jump out of his chest. The butterflies raging in his stomach were going absolutely wild.

- "If Chuck wants us to go ... then let's go," Eric sighed in annoyance.

- Okay...

Niels waved sadly at Fly and left the room with his head bowed behind Eric.

Two seconds of tense silence.

- Well, that was pretty invasive," the genius sighed as he closed the door and turned his back. "By the way, I think your little buddy was listening through the door."

Fly nodded quietly and squeezed the blanket with his hands again.

- You, listen! You're acting really strange! Would you mind explaining what you just did?" He looked up at the young genius when he didn't answer.

He looked at him intently, with a sad expression on his face and a few tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. Frowning, he didn't know where to begin.

- "I've been thinking, and ... I need to ask you something," Chuck said, breaking off. "Did the doctors say anything about your lungs?"

- Except that a piece of it stuck and pierced it. I was more surprised when they said it was probably caused by the paramedics. Because it wasn't supposed to be Joe... And because I was unconscious the whole time. I didn't move and I not brought this on myself... That's not possible.

- Fly. Your lung injury was very human. It wasn't caused by paramedics... - Chuck hesitated... I did."

I am not proud of this chapter. The end and the middle were pretty much smashed together. But at least there is one positive thing. I broke my record.

Review if you want/feel I deseverse ;)