Maybe Something More

Part Four

Part 4

When Chase awoke, his surroundings were blurry and his head hurt. He didn't know where he was, but he knew he was safe.

After a while, his eyesight cleared and the pounding in his head subsided.

Looking around, he saw the bedroom he stayed in at his maternal grandparents' mansion-home. The room was bare of any other lifeforms other than himself, but all the furniture was exactly as it had been when he had been living there. Nothing had changed.

As he sat up, he noticed two things: one, that he was only wearing a pair of sleep shorts, and two, that he had thick bandages in three places. One around his chest, the second on his left shin, and the third wrapped around his right arm from just under his shoulder down to almost his wrist. No casts, that meant that he didn't break any bones — that was good. Across from the bed was a mirror, and looking in it, he noticed two more things. One, that he had a bandage around his head, but thankfully the person who had patched him up hadn't cut off his hair. And, two, that he looked horrible. His face was bruised, and same with what could be seen of the rest of his body.

Chase twisted and turned until he could get out of the bed, and placed his feet — which didn't have any bandages on them — on the cold, tiled floor. The coldness of the floor was a shock to his warm system, but he ignored it as we walked out of the room.

Chase walked towards where he heard voices from, which turned out to be the living room in his maternal grandparents' home. His grandparents' names were Sheryl and Walker Glendon. They were both the very definition of 'sweet old couple'. His grandma Sheryl — a.k.a. Grandma Cherry because her name reminded Chase of cherries — loved baking and knitting. Him and Chance had countless sweaters and scarves and socks that his grandma had made. Both brothers loved each and every single one of them.

His grandfather, on the other hand, was quite grumpy when you first meet him. However, once you got to know him a little, Grandpa Walker was the sweetest old gentleman Chase had ever met. His grandfather liked playing sports a lot when he was younger, but now that he was older, he settled for just watching them. It was no surprise to Chase that, when he entered the living room, there was a game of golf being played on the big, flat screen TV.

His grandma was the first to notice him. She stood up and scurried across the room to hug her grandson. Then, once their grandma let go, it was his brother who crushed him into a bear bug.

Then, he noticed a fourth person in the room aside from him — his grandparents plus Chance made three.

Vince.

What the absolute heck was Vince, his teammate and classmate and maybe-friend and maybe-something-more doing in his grandparents' home?!

Before Chase could question that, though, Chance pulled him over to sit down between him and Vince on the three-person couch.

"How're you feeling, Chase? Is your head okay? How about the other wounds? What even happened yesterday morning?", Chance rambled.

Yesterday morning?!

How long had he been sleeping for?

"Wait, wait, wait.", Chase said, holding up both hands. "What the hell do you mean by 'yesterday morning'? And, why is Vince here — in our grandparents' home?".

"Ouch... that hurts.", Vince teased.

"Not as much as my head right now because of not knowing what's going on.", Chase snapped back. Then, "Sorry... didn't mean to snap.".

Vince waved the apology away, "Don't worry about it.".

"You came back into your dorm room yesterday morning. I was there because I had come to see you but ended up finding out that you had disappeared after telling Vince our secret. I figured that the shattered window was because of our parents — speaking of whom, you better tell me later what happened — anyways, we then brought you here to heal. You don't have any big injuries, but you have a nasty gash on your chest that's gonna leave a scar. There's stitches there, so don't irritate the area. The one on your shin and the one on your arm didn't need stitches, so that's good. Just reapply the ointment when you change the bandages. As for your head-", Chance was cut off by Chase.