Onyx's POV
"Are you telling me, you had to pick if you were dying or waking up?"
"I guess? I-I have no clue. H-how're the kids?"
"Scared. Especially Mal."
"Can you get them here?"
"Yes. Of course. I'll text Tyla now."
"Thank you."
I yawned.
"You were in a coma for two weeks. How are you still tired?"
"The meds babe. It's gotta be the meds. What the hell am I even on?"
"I actually have no idea."
"So in other words...I could possibly get high?"
"I think, that'd be funny a bit."
"H-huh? How?"
"I've never seen you loopy. I know you get tired when you're on meds but...you loopy? I've never seen."
I pinched my nose bridge.
"Please just try to get our kids here."
My chest and stomach started hurting.
"F-fuck. My chest a-and my stomach...they're killing me. I-I'm scared to move. Jesus Christ...."
"I'll go ask, if it's time for your meds."
My entire upper body, felt like it was burning on the inside. Primrose left and came back with a nurse. I got more pain meds. Primrose got back onto the bed.
"Do you still want the kids to come?"
"N-no. Not now. I don't want them to see me like this. I've never been in this much pain."
I felt tears forming.
"Oh god. You never cry while you're in pain. It's that bad?"
"Y-yeah."
"Aw baby."
"Help. Holy shit. I hate your cousin."
"I hate him too. Don't worry."
"Holy shit...I actually WANT to be on bed rest."
"Damn. You're hurting that much?"
"Yes. Yeah I don't want the kids to see me like this. Goddamnit!"
"It's okay. I'm right here."
She put her hand on my chest and started rubbing it.
"Is this helping at all?"
"I-I have no idea. J-just please keep doing that. I-I think it calms me down. Please be careful doing it though."
She continued rubbing my chest.
"Try to relax."
"My body, feels like it's on fire. Did the kids see me like that?"
"No no. My mom distracted them. Don't worry baby. Don't worry about that. They are safe. All they know is, Simon hurt you. I almost got arrested but that's a different topic."
"Excuse me?"
"I almost hit Simon in front of cops."
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Does it hurt to, move your arms?"
"I-I have no clue. I'm scared to find out."
"Okay. I have an idea that'll possibly calm you down. I'll be as careful as I can."
ESTÀS LLEGINT
The Boy With A Child
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