Jonathan's POV
Everything was completely dark.
I felt like I was floating.
I was trying so hard to open my eyes.
But it felt like there were dead weights on them, preventing me from opening them.
I listened to all the sounds around me and I heard a bunch of different voices yelling all around me.
It was so loud.
I felt like my ears were going to explode.
"Shut up!" I grumbled.
"Jonathan! Jonathan!" Someone kept yelling.
"I know what my name is! You can stop yelling it at me!" I growled.
I heard a soft chuckle and something soft on my forehead.
"He's perfectly fine." A woman said.
I focused a little bit more and I realized it was Cynthia's voice.
I struggled to open my eyes and after a few minutes, I did.
I squinted my eyes at the bright lights as I tried to look around.
I looked around and saw that I was now the one in a hospital bed.
"Why the fuck am I laying in a hospital bed?" I asked Cynthia.
"Cause when you passed out you smashed your head really hard. They thought you might have a concussion." She explained.
I rolled my eyes.
"He might have a concussion. Ask him something only he would know." The nurse said.
I looked and saw that it was that one nurse from earlier.
What was his name?
Oh yeah, Dean or some shit like that.
"Jonathan, what did you do on my 14th birthday when you caught me with a boy in my room?" Cynthia asked.
My eyebrows creased in anger.
I remember that day like it was yesterday.
"I yanked him up by his collar and shook him til he bit his tongue. I told him if he ever came near you again, I'd chop off his dick with a butcher knife and make him eat it. Then I grounded you for 6 months and I made my brothers go with her everywhere." I said.
Cynthia started laughing hysterically.
"Yeah, he's definitely fine. That's exactly what happened." Cynthia said.
"So, you had a boy in your room, huh?" Brian said with his arms crossed over his chest.
"It was a high school crush." She explained with a blush.
"Yeah and I ended that crush quick." I said.
"Well it looks like your perfectly fine. You can get up if you want." Dean said.
I sat up slowly and Cynthia came to my side and helped me up.
I looked her in the eyes and she seemed distracted.
"Sasha's pregnant?" I asked.
Cynthia looked at me for a moment, seeming to evaluate me and see if I could handle it.
"Yeah. Six weeks." She said.
I looked down at the ground.
"So it's Chris' baby?" I asked in a low voice.
