Hey, here is Chapter 31!

Mack and Calum ran toward Troy's voice. They rounded the corner and found themselves in a hallway with bears and horses painted on the walls. They knew instantly they were in the pediatric ward. They looked ahead and saw Troy walking down the hall, in this blood covered jeans with no shirt on toward the elevator.

"Troy!" Mack yelled. He ignored her and walked right by the two, shoving Calum. She turned around and yelled, "you can't leave!"

"Oh, yeah. Watch me."

Suddenly, she saw her dad coming from the other direction, and decided to stall Troy long enough for him to get there. "You know Troy, Calum's abusive." Calum's eyes widened and his mouth was a perfect "O" shape. She winked at him. Troy turned around slowly, just as Mack had planned. "Calum just keeps hitting me and punching me amongst other things," she said convincingly.

Before Troy could say anything, Coach Bolton came up behind him and grabbed him. "Nice job, Mack," he said as Troy kicked to get away. Troy sent her an icy glare, and she grinned.

Mack and Calum followed Coach Bolton to Troy's room, where Mrs. Boucher and Mrs. Bolton were laughing about something. Mack and Calum looked at each other. "Since when are they such good friends?" Mack asked. Calum shrugged in response.

"Welcome back, Bolton," Cam sneered. Troy gave him the same glare he had given Mack before laying down in the bed.

"How long do I have to stay here?" Troy asked, no emotion appearing on his face.

"Until they know that the cut in your lung won't start bleeding again," Coach Bolton said. It was then that Mack actually looked at Troy. Other than the bruises he had gotten from fighting Cam, he had incisions made by the doctors around his stomach and the right side of his lung.

The three adults walked out of the room and Mack watched the door until she was sure it was shut. She walked over to Troy and slapped him hard on the face, right on a bruise. He winced a little. "You know I thought it was bad when you wouldn't talk to us about Gabriella and Twinkle Town." Her voice went from mad to concerned. "Why are you acting like this, a big tough guy. Is it to be more popular or something? You're scaring me and Mom, I think you're even scaring Dad." She looked to Calum, "let's go."

Mack grabbed Calum's hand and led him to the door. She turned her head to try and make eye contact with Troy one last time, but he had turned on his side to look out the window. She shook her head and walked out the door. Calum shut the door as he stepped into the hall.

Cam stood up and walked over to Troy's bed. His icy glare melted as he settled his eyes on the other boy. He had hurt Troy pretty badly. He looked down at himself. 'Troy didn't do too bad either,' he said, noticing the bruises that covered his chest and arms. "Let's put down some rules," Cam said.

Troy rolled over and grabbed some tape that he was supposed to tape the gauze on with if something started to bleed. He stood and put a line of tape down the center of the room. "This is my side, that is your side," he said pointing to the taped off areas.

"You have the bathroom," Cam said.

"You have the door," Troy smirked. "Find one."

"Fine, but that means you can't leave," he said. "Oh, I get the T.V."

Troy's eyes narrowed. "I get the phone."

"Well, I have my cellphone." He felt in his pockets. "Where did it go," he whispered to himself.

"Your mom took it."

Cam groaned. "You have your cellphone, give me the phone."

"It's on my side."

Cam looked at the wall and smirked. "Technically," he paused and grabbed the phone pulling it over to his side. "It's not. The cord is on my side." He flashed Troy a smile, "not to hot now, are you Troy?"

Clearly beat, Troy crossed his arms around his chest and sat on his bed, facing the window. Cam pulled the curtain that separated them. He then followed Troy's lead and sat on the edge of the bed facing the wall. Becoming bored, he laid on the bed and began to count the ceiling tiles. After he finished counting, he went to grab the remote control, but noticed that it wasn't in his sight. He pulled back the curtain, just enough to peek his head through and get the remote control. Troy was laying on his back, throwing it remote in the air.

"Oh, do you need this," he asked. Cam rolled his eyes and shut the curtain, knowing Troy wasn't going to give it to him.

The door opened and a plump nurse entered. She had the biggest smile on her face, but being around his father for so long, he could read right through it. She was faking the smile, his father did that a lot.

"You must be Cam," she said in a high pitch voice. "I think there is another little boy in this room if you wanted to play," she said in a voice that sounding like she was talking to a little kid.

"Look," he said. "I'm not five."

"Oh, well don't you want to grow up fast."

"I'm sixteen!" He was getting annoyed with the nurse very quickly.

"How old are you? Fourteen?"

"Sixteen! Sixteen and a half, I'll be seventeen in August."

"You have an bad attitude mister," she said like a person a little kid's television show. She turned to walk across the curtain. Cam stuck his tongue out at her as she did. He saw the curtain get pulled. "Well Cam, this is Troy. Troy this is Cam," she said as if she was introducing preschoolers.

"We already know each other," Troy said annoyed. The nurse was getting on his nerves, she was so happy.

"Then why on Earth did you have the curtain pulled?"

"Are oblivious to everything? We hate each other!" Cam's face was red with anger and he was beginning to shake.

"We're just going to have to fix that huh." Troy and Cam's eyes widened as she brought in blocks and bowling pins from the play room. "We are going to have so much fun!"

"I'm not playing with blocks! Are you nuts!" Cam was pulling hair out of his head he was so mad.

"Temper, temper! I'm going to tell your mommy about that."

The door opened and a male nurse walked in the room. "Olivia, your needed with Tommy, he wants you. I'll take over here."

Olivia strutted out the door but stopped and said to the man, "be careful, the twelve-year-old on the blue bed has a temper."

Cam threw his hands in the air in defeat. He looked to Troy, "I'm never going to get through to her am I?"

"No."

"Hey guys," the nurse said. He had dark brown hair and tan skin. "I'm Kevin."

"Troy."

"Cam, and I'm sixteen, not twelve."

Kevin laughed, "I figured. She doesn't do well with the older kids."

"Do we have to play with blocks?" Troy asked looking at the brightly colored pieces of plastic on the floor with disgust.

"No," Kevin said. "Unless you want to-"

"Which I don't," Cam interrupted. "So, what's there to do in this place?"

Sorry about the long wait, every time I got on the computer, my mom found something for me to do or one of my siblings had to do homework on it.

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