When Timmy woke up, he found himself in a room with a tv, flowers, and all this weird looking stuff. It was clear he was at the hospital. A nurse was checking his status. She shook her head sadly.
"Hey nurse, what happened to the gang that was chasing me?" asked Timmy.
The nurse continued to shake her head. "The poor parents." she said as she left the room.
"Hello, I was talking to you." Timmy called after the nurse.
The nurse continued to sigh sadly.
"Hey, hello?" called Timmy again. Must be deaf. he thought.
He followed her out of the room. Surprisingly, it wasn't as hard to get down from a bed as normal. He chased her to the ER.
There, her parents were sobbing uncontrolably. "Well nurse?" asked Mrs. Turner through choked sobs.
Probably just going to tell them that I'm fine and ok, just have a few cuts and bruises, that's all. thought Timmy from behind the wall watching them talk. He didn't want to worry them with him being out of bed and such.
"We found him out in the streets, we saw bruises on him, but they were minor, I still can't understand how... it happened." said the nurse.
The parents gulped. "Is there anything you can do for him?" asked Mr.Turner.
"There's only one thing you can do. Keep him on life support, but he'll just stay there like a vegetable." said the nurse.
"Timmy doesn't deserve to be like that." wailed Mrs.Turner. "We have to let him go."
"This must be the most difficult decision of your life." said the nurse. "I'm so sorry." And with that she walked away.
What?! life support? isn't that for people who are never going to wake up? "Mom, Dad! I'm right here!" screamed Timmy jumping out of his hiding place. They didn't respond to his cries. Why can't they hear me? "Mom, Dad!" tried Timmy again.
No answer.
"Please." said Timmy.
No answer. Timmy ran through the halls. "Hello? Can everybody hear me?!" asked Timmy. Nobody answered. He threw things at the walls. Timmy watched in shock that they went back to their spot before he threw it.
"Throwing stuff isn't going to help you sunny." said a voice behind him.
Timmy turned around. "Oh thank god, somebody can hear me." It was an old janitor.
"Aye, I can hear you just fine." said the janitor.
"Who are you and why can't anybody else see me?" asked Timmy.
"I'm Shaun Honderson and nobody can see you anymore because you are no longer among the living. In simpler terms, you're dead.
short chapters for now.