A lighthearted draft blew in from the slight crevice in coming from the window. The curtains began to flow in long, liquid strokes. The sunlight fluctuated as the curtains concealed and revealed the translucent sheet of glass. The wind was moaning a melancholic tune accompanied by the shuffling of the limp branches and leaves that brushed against each other. I couldn't stop fidgeting as I sat in the chair at the reception watching a procedure though a large, clear window. I set my eyes to the clock and formulated the time in my mind. It was already 5:03 PM. I lowered my head once again, hair draping my heavy eyelids.
"You gonna cry again?" Dre whispered silently.
I opened my mouth, but I could barely utter a word as I fixated my vision towards Dre. Dre backed up into his seat and relaxed his head against the wall. His shoulders slightly lost its tension and his legs went into any given posture it fell to naturally. An excruciatingly deep sigh released from his lungs.
"No wonder why he's been so into sex… only thing that makes him a man." Dre continued.
"..Only thing he's got control over." I added lifting my head up, resting my elbows on my knees. Then, it was my turn to sigh. Promptly, I clasped my hands together and looked down at my fingers, intertwined. I began twiddling my thumbs a bit as Dre watched. I could just feel his eyes follow my every movement. It was one of those things. Maybe he was contemplating what to say next. Then, I heard a sound come out from him, as if he were going to say something but repressed it and released it through an exhalation. He stared at my thumbs a bit more as I let my mind wander a bit. I couldn't bring myself to act naturally. I began to fidget and shuffle continuously. Time from time, I would reach into my pockets and juggle the change I had solely to create a clinking sound releasing my grip as the thoughts rushed back to me like a speeding car. Quickly, I slammed my eyelids shut and immediately tensed each working muscle in my eyelids just to feel the burn, the hurt, just to remove the whole situation out of my overwrought mind. Somehow, the clock hands helped me maintain my sanity as I watched each minute go by, bleakly. It was only 7:40PM.
"This whole situation is overwhelming", I thought to myself not realizing that I was gradually clenching my fists in sheer frustration.
"It all happened way too quickly, eh?" Dre said frankly.
I glared at him scornfully as I contracted my jaw muscles in contempt. Dre looked into my anger with an expression of indifference. For a moment, I was taken aback, slowly softening my features as I restrained myself, cocking my head backwards a little.
"Look man, relax and tell me what excuse are we gonna give?" Dre questioned candidly.
I just tore my face away from his view in disgust. This whole thing of lying was just asking for Armand to be abused further.
"I didn't see nothing, just him on the floor. Leave it to Armand. Not us. It's his choice about what he's gonna do, right?" Dre suggested.
I hummed in reluctant approval. He twitched his lip wryly and gazed at me with disdainful eyes. I guess that reply wasn't enough for him.
"Hm?" He sounded, reiterating the question with assertiveness.
"Yeah, you're right" I said smiling slightly at his sensitivity.
"He'll be fine. Only strong guys don't fight back, unlike me, huh?" Dre said lightheartedly pointing his thumb at his chest.
I let a grin escape me for a moment as a couple of footsteps resounded from the nearly vacant hospital reception. A figure that exited from Armand's hospital room came closer and closer to the both of us.
"Okay kids" The deep raspy voice expressed. "He has some major injuries but he should heal in a couple weeks. What happened to him? A fight? He looks pretty beat up."
Dre and I exchanged glances anxiously as we devised an excuse. I opened my mouth, ready to say any bullshit that crossed my mind.
"Yeah, I think he did. I didn't really get to see what happened. There he was on the ground when we found him actually and that was that." I explained.
The doctor grinned shaking his head. Reminiscence, I guess.
"Doesn't seem like it. Seems like he already gave up to begin with. Injuries like that." The scholarly man enunciated, voice deepening sorely.
I began to grit my teeth my mind absolutely manifested in utter guilt. I nearly relented as the scholarly man's eyes began to bore through me.
"Hey, hey, relax. We can talk about this later. Anyway, he doesn't need to stay here too long. Looking at him, it seems like he's been through this kind of thing before. His body, it has quite a bit of resilience. One of his ribs are broken, a fractured arm, and a couple minor injuries, but he should be out in about 2-3 days. And whatever is going on, it's been going on a while because I see a couple more injuries that trace back to about a week ago. But his body seems tolerant, pretty sturdy if I say so myself." The doctor said, in a more consoling manner.
"Bud" The doctor continued in a paternal manner, "I can tell. You don't have to tell me anything. For now, just make sure he recovers fully and doesn't land back here again. I'm counting on you."
The fluorescent lights encased him I could see it as I looked up into his face. The doctor's outline was radiant. I began to unwind as I nodded my head in comprehension shuddering a slightly. Dre just watched critically, trying to understand our communication. There the doctor spoke once more.
"You guys should call your parents. He's gonna be staying here for a bit. I think he needs time to stabilize his breathing patterns. Kid's shaking like crazy. Whatever it was, it must've been a traumatic experience."