I remember the first time I woke up. Mom and Dad weren't there, just a white ceiling and all these noises. I didn't say anything, didn't even move really. It hurt like hell. It meaning everything. I started to cry, nothing loud or gasping, just quite tears falling down my face. It really, really hurt to be awake. I think that's why I went back to sleep. The next time I woke up it was pretty much the same. It hurt less though and I didn't cry this time. A nurse walked in and had this big smile on her face then turned to find the doctor I suppose cause he was in there a few minutes later. I remember him checking me over, reading the instruments at my side and asking me stupid questions like what my name was and if I remembered what had happened. I told him how stupid the questions were too. What can I say, I'm not much of a morning person and it really pissed me off to find out that someone who spent hundreds of years going to school could only think of questions you'd ask a lost kindergartner in a shopping mall. He laughed at me and patted my shoulder even though I told him off. I guess he skipped the intelligent questions part of the doctor exam and went right on to bedside manner.
The next day is when I finally got to see my parents. Mom was crying and going on about how sorry she was and that she'd never say anything about my 'preferences' again. I don't think I'd ever seen her like that. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were sunken and red. She kinda looked like a zombie from an old monster movie. Her hands were all over me, wiping my hair away from my face, stroking my hand, my cheeks, and every bandaged part visible. She kissed me about a million times to boot. It wasn't embarrassing though. Usually when your mom kisses you in public you act all grossed out and try to push her away. I didn't mind it so much though. I was kinda nice.
Dad was crying too. He bent down and gave me a hug and a kiss then took my free hand and held it. I was the center of attention and it felt great. Would have felt better if it didn't hurt though.
I could see them and myself in this warped mirror on the wall. It took me a while to realize it was me I was looking at though. I could see Mom and Dad surrounding this scrawny body covered in white bandages and purple bruises. The burgundy hair was nothing but stubble and the eyes that looked back at me were frightening. Like they were forced to keep some sort of secret.
My eyes still look like that. It's been two weeks since I woke up in the hospital the second time. It had been almost two months since I'd closed them.
When I was released, there was a party. Everyone came. Ken was crying. I was used to having people cry when they saw me by then though. Ken had been away when it had all happened. Some sort of genius convention up north. I heard he tried to visit but only family was allowed in ICU. And with school, well, Ken was just plain guilty feeling. I gave him a hug with my unbandaged arm. I broke it pretty good in several places.
Hikari was just as bad as Ken but she looked happier in many ways. She'd been up to the hospital a lot with Taichi so she'd been able to find out a lot and visit more than the others. Taichi had them all beat though. He came in right behind Hikari with a huge smile and gave me a noogy.
"It's about time they let you out of there!" he had said cheerfully,
"Ya can't keep a good dog down, right Yamato?"
Poor Yamato nodded beside him. His face had scars, most very faint but the more noticeable one stretched from his left eyebrow, across his nose and hinted on the cheek. There was a part of his eyebrow that didn't grow hair anymore but if anything, he just looked cooler. His arm was out of the cast and in a sling now. The only other noticeable injury was the slight limp because of his knee. He had a cool cane with him, the top was a wolf's head and he'd nicknamed it his Gabu-cane. No one knows how long he'll have to use it.
The rest of the gang filed in with hugs and a few kisses from the girls which I can't argue against. I still hadn't seen the one I really was looking forward to seeing though.
I'd asked about Takeru a lot in the hospital. The doctor said he had too. But he didn't visit at all when I was moved into a regular room and out of ICU. Damn visiting hours. It's almost like they plan them around when you can't possibly be there. I'd have thought he'd have come though anyway. Taichi came, Yamato came, Hikari, Miyako, Iora, Koushiro and even chibivemon came! But no Takeru.
Matt told me about what the doctors said about him. That he can't talk. It's been two months and he still hasn't said a word. Mrs. Takiashi wants him to see a psychologist about what happened. The doctors said there was nothing wrong with his vocal cords. It's just mental. It's kinda hard to send him to a physiologist I bet since he can't and won't tell anyone anything. He writes a lot I hear. He won't write down sentences though. Just thoughts and poems and other things. Yamato tells me his mom is thinking about teaching him sign language now since he won't write to her. He doesn't write to anybody and he hides what he writes down. I was worried about him. I still am.
He never showed up for the party. Yamato said he wasn't feeling too good but you could tell just by looking at him that he didn't believe it. Takeru's injuries had healed almost completely. His arm is in a sling too and the leg he broke is well enough that it's in a brace now instead of a cast. Of all of us he got beat up the most. All I got was a broken arm, broken ribs and a big case of head trauma (this is arguably the worst of the injuries among us but Takeru still has me beat in number) . He broke his leg, arm, ribs, collarbone (cause of the seatbelt I hear), had internal bleeding and infection caused by the pieces of the car's interior that got lodged in his leg. I'm glad I hadn't seen him like that. I know Yamato did. I got to hear the story once and will probably never ask to hear it again.
Jun has been nicer than I could have ever expected her to be. It's starting to fade though. Mom isn't as frantic about me when I go to sleep anymore and they've almost stopped coming in to check on me every hour.
Oh yeah, It's been three weeks since the party.
I started going back to school the second week back. Takeru wasn't there. Hikari told me that he hadn't been back to school since. He got Miyako to bring him the assignments and he sent them back with her to give to Hikari. The teachers all knew about his not being able to talk thing so they let him do it and Mrs. Takiashi I guess feels it's okay too.
So today I asked Miyako if I could give Takeru his papers for her. She looked a little hesitant at first but handed the stack to me.
"Are you sure you can carry all that with just one arm?" she asked.
I nodded, "You bet! In fact, I could carry your books too if you want!"
She shook her head and muttered something about overdoing it as she walked away. I stuck my tongue out at her though, just to feel good. Before I go though I head for the bathroom. I want to look my best seeing as in I havn't seen Takeru in a long time. I set the papers and books down on the counter as I run some water over my hands and wet my hair to do a quick fix. It's still short. I look almost like Koushiro only more like me since I've still got Taichi's goggles on. They help cover up the scars cause like Yamato's eyebrow, there are a few places I don't grow hair anymore. Most of it's in the back but I have one on the side that hides perfectly behind the goggle straps. They're all small scars everyone tells me and it's no big deal but I'm kinda paranoid about my looks, especially my hair. I look in the mirror and give my self the thumbs up approval, trying not to look at my eyes, just the hair.
Ya see, my eyes still aren't the same. It's almost like they're dead.
The next day is when I finally got to see my parents. Mom was crying and going on about how sorry she was and that she'd never say anything about my 'preferences' again. I don't think I'd ever seen her like that. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were sunken and red. She kinda looked like a zombie from an old monster movie. Her hands were all over me, wiping my hair away from my face, stroking my hand, my cheeks, and every bandaged part visible. She kissed me about a million times to boot. It wasn't embarrassing though. Usually when your mom kisses you in public you act all grossed out and try to push her away. I didn't mind it so much though. I was kinda nice.
Dad was crying too. He bent down and gave me a hug and a kiss then took my free hand and held it. I was the center of attention and it felt great. Would have felt better if it didn't hurt though.
I could see them and myself in this warped mirror on the wall. It took me a while to realize it was me I was looking at though. I could see Mom and Dad surrounding this scrawny body covered in white bandages and purple bruises. The burgundy hair was nothing but stubble and the eyes that looked back at me were frightening. Like they were forced to keep some sort of secret.
My eyes still look like that. It's been two weeks since I woke up in the hospital the second time. It had been almost two months since I'd closed them.
When I was released, there was a party. Everyone came. Ken was crying. I was used to having people cry when they saw me by then though. Ken had been away when it had all happened. Some sort of genius convention up north. I heard he tried to visit but only family was allowed in ICU. And with school, well, Ken was just plain guilty feeling. I gave him a hug with my unbandaged arm. I broke it pretty good in several places.
Hikari was just as bad as Ken but she looked happier in many ways. She'd been up to the hospital a lot with Taichi so she'd been able to find out a lot and visit more than the others. Taichi had them all beat though. He came in right behind Hikari with a huge smile and gave me a noogy.
"It's about time they let you out of there!" he had said cheerfully,
"Ya can't keep a good dog down, right Yamato?"
Poor Yamato nodded beside him. His face had scars, most very faint but the more noticeable one stretched from his left eyebrow, across his nose and hinted on the cheek. There was a part of his eyebrow that didn't grow hair anymore but if anything, he just looked cooler. His arm was out of the cast and in a sling now. The only other noticeable injury was the slight limp because of his knee. He had a cool cane with him, the top was a wolf's head and he'd nicknamed it his Gabu-cane. No one knows how long he'll have to use it.
The rest of the gang filed in with hugs and a few kisses from the girls which I can't argue against. I still hadn't seen the one I really was looking forward to seeing though.
I'd asked about Takeru a lot in the hospital. The doctor said he had too. But he didn't visit at all when I was moved into a regular room and out of ICU. Damn visiting hours. It's almost like they plan them around when you can't possibly be there. I'd have thought he'd have come though anyway. Taichi came, Yamato came, Hikari, Miyako, Iora, Koushiro and even chibivemon came! But no Takeru.
Matt told me about what the doctors said about him. That he can't talk. It's been two months and he still hasn't said a word. Mrs. Takiashi wants him to see a psychologist about what happened. The doctors said there was nothing wrong with his vocal cords. It's just mental. It's kinda hard to send him to a physiologist I bet since he can't and won't tell anyone anything. He writes a lot I hear. He won't write down sentences though. Just thoughts and poems and other things. Yamato tells me his mom is thinking about teaching him sign language now since he won't write to her. He doesn't write to anybody and he hides what he writes down. I was worried about him. I still am.
He never showed up for the party. Yamato said he wasn't feeling too good but you could tell just by looking at him that he didn't believe it. Takeru's injuries had healed almost completely. His arm is in a sling too and the leg he broke is well enough that it's in a brace now instead of a cast. Of all of us he got beat up the most. All I got was a broken arm, broken ribs and a big case of head trauma (this is arguably the worst of the injuries among us but Takeru still has me beat in number) . He broke his leg, arm, ribs, collarbone (cause of the seatbelt I hear), had internal bleeding and infection caused by the pieces of the car's interior that got lodged in his leg. I'm glad I hadn't seen him like that. I know Yamato did. I got to hear the story once and will probably never ask to hear it again.
Jun has been nicer than I could have ever expected her to be. It's starting to fade though. Mom isn't as frantic about me when I go to sleep anymore and they've almost stopped coming in to check on me every hour.
Oh yeah, It's been three weeks since the party.
I started going back to school the second week back. Takeru wasn't there. Hikari told me that he hadn't been back to school since. He got Miyako to bring him the assignments and he sent them back with her to give to Hikari. The teachers all knew about his not being able to talk thing so they let him do it and Mrs. Takiashi I guess feels it's okay too.
So today I asked Miyako if I could give Takeru his papers for her. She looked a little hesitant at first but handed the stack to me.
"Are you sure you can carry all that with just one arm?" she asked.
I nodded, "You bet! In fact, I could carry your books too if you want!"
She shook her head and muttered something about overdoing it as she walked away. I stuck my tongue out at her though, just to feel good. Before I go though I head for the bathroom. I want to look my best seeing as in I havn't seen Takeru in a long time. I set the papers and books down on the counter as I run some water over my hands and wet my hair to do a quick fix. It's still short. I look almost like Koushiro only more like me since I've still got Taichi's goggles on. They help cover up the scars cause like Yamato's eyebrow, there are a few places I don't grow hair anymore. Most of it's in the back but I have one on the side that hides perfectly behind the goggle straps. They're all small scars everyone tells me and it's no big deal but I'm kinda paranoid about my looks, especially my hair. I look in the mirror and give my self the thumbs up approval, trying not to look at my eyes, just the hair.
Ya see, my eyes still aren't the same. It's almost like they're dead.