His world came crashing down on him and he felt overwhelming pain in every inch of his body, his head felt like concrete and there was a numbing feeling in random areas on his body. He strained to open his eyes and immediately regretted it, the light of day was too much for him to handle. Where was he? Who was he? Why was he in such pain?
"Mum! He's awake!" He heard a small girl call out, then hurried footsteps into the room, he couldn't open his eyes but he knew he was fully awake.
"Young man? How you feel?"
"Horrible," he croaked, it felt like he hadn't used his voice in a while, he tried to sit up but his arms refused to move.
"Oh please don't do that, you've shattered your collarbone after that nasty fall," the lady said, he frowned, what nasty fall?
"What… happened?" He asked hoarsely, he tried to open his eyes but it was still too bright.
"Shut the curtains darling, he's trying to see." She waited until he could hear blinds being pulled down before she continued. "My son was outside one night and he heard a noise on the highway, he ran over and he saw a bus going off the road and back on, as if the driver had no control over the bus. Then the doors opened and it jolted to the left, and you came flying out and landing hard on the road, but the bus kept going. He brought you here and you've been unconscious for almost two weeks now." He tried to open his eyes and saw that the room and gone considerably darker, he blinked a few times and looked around, he was sitting on a single bed in a small room, with just a poorly-made desk in the corner, there two concerned faces were peering down at him.
"Where is he? I'll have to thank him," he muttered, "You wouldn't happen to know who I am, would you?" The two girls looked at each other in astonishment.
"Why, you're-" The mother shut the girl off by clamping a hand over her mouth.
"A new face around here," she quickly added, the boy frowned. "We should give you a name though, how about Adam, or Joshua, or…"
"How about Jason?" The girl mumbled, receiving a glare from her mother.
"Jason…" he frowned, "That kind of sounds familiar."
"My, what a coincidence, it was just a random name that Holly pulled out of the hat," the mother said, "oh I'm sorry, this is my daughter Holly, my name is Isabella or Bella, and my son's name is Rhys."
"Can I sit up please?" He asked politely, Holly and Bella helped Jason sit up.
"What a polite young man," Bella smiled, "you don't see much of them around here nowadays."
"Where am I anyway?"
"It doesn't matter, what matters, is you getting better." Bella smiled. "Do you need anything?"
"I need some time alone; I need to think, if that's not a problem?"
"No problem at all, we'll come back at dinnertime."
"Thank you," he smiled as they left the room. He looked at his arm in a sling, and flexed the fingers, he slowly pulled it out of the sling and lifted it as high as it would go, which was barely 45 degrees. He wiggled his toes and lifted his legs to check if any were broken.