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Under the bright hospital lights, the boys could see their injuries well.

Fuckshit had a black eye trailing down to his nose. He had some dried blood on his lip as well. He also had a minor concussion from impact with the concrete, so he was staring down at the floor as he rapidly taps his foot on the linoleum floor.

The others were relatively okay, having been sat in the back. Ray was just in general pain and had a couple scratches and bruises here and there, same with Ryder. Ruben sprained his finger from when he put his hands out in front of him to push himself away from face-planting on the back of the console seat. He'd pushed it all the way back somehow, he wondered why he had to use one hand when using the payphone, because his right hand hurt to much.

Stevie and Gabe were obviously the worst off.

Stevie had a concussion, and a broken arm. He also got a bloody nose and some obvious bruises and scratches.

Gabe had some sort of head injury and a broken ankle. He had scuff marks all over his body and face when he slid down the concrete like a waterslide. Since he also flew through the glass, he also had some wounds created by it, and he had to get some glass removed from his skin as it was still stuck in his skin in some spots.

His room was very dimly lit so if he woke up he wouldn't be in immediate pain.

He did wake up, thankfully. Around 5am.

He couldn't remember anything as he looks down at his aching body. He had a hospital bracelet on with his name, social security number, and date of birth on it. He looks down at his ankle with a cast over it, wincing as he attempts to move it, proving his theory that he definitely broke it.

He was shoved full with tubes on his forearms and his chest, pumping drugs into his system, which he fully felt. It was painful, if anything. He could see all his scuff marks, he could see all the scratches and bruises.

Hell, he was just glad to be alive.

He didn't want to even think of looking at Fuckshit right now.

He just wanted to know if his friends were okay.

He saw he'd been changed into hospital attire, and his bloody clothes were in a bag on a dresser. So he was definitely going to be here for a minute, cool.

He scans the room, and gets a little view of the city as he looks out the window. If he had to guess, he was maybe on the fourth floor.

He quickly looks away, heights having scared him ever since he was younger.

"Holy shit, what if my dad has to come?"

That was the first words he mumbled to himself as he presses the red button next to his bed, adjusting himself on the bed.

Soon enough, his friends were hugging him and thanking him for staying alive. Fuckshit awkwardly stands in the doorway, unable to approach him.

Gabe looks over at him for moment, then counts the boys in front of him, confirming his worst nightmare.

"Where's Stevie?"

Ray looks to Ryder and Ruben nervously before speaking. "He got a broken wrist and a concussion. We can ask if you can go down and see him? His mom and brother just left"

Gabe quickly nods, wanting to see the boy.

He wasn't allowed to leave the bed, but Stevie was. So with a nurse, he's brought up to Gabe's room in a wheelchair.

"What happened to you?" Stevie asks, clearly out of it at the moment.

"I flew out the windshield dude" Gabe chuckles

Stevies eyes widen, "Holy shit!"

Gabe nods. "I literally slid down that concrete like a waterslide, my bad"

"My head hurts"

"Same"

Ryder pipes up, "Oh, Gabe, you had to get stitches on your wrist, if you didn't notice"

Gabe quickly looks down at his wrist, seeing stitches attaching his hand to his arm.

"Holy fuck"

"Yo, that's sick" Stevie giggles

"Just wait til it scars, you'll have an awesome war story" Ruben cheesily smiles.

Gabe smiles, looking up at his friends, sitting up straight.

"Are you guys like, okay?"

They all nod.

"Please tell me my dad isn't gonna have to come here" He mumbles.

Ryder and Ray look to each other with a nod.

"Well, uh" Ray tries to find the right words. "He already refused to come."

"I don't know if I have insurance or however the fuck this works-"

"He's paying for it though"

"What?"

Silence fills the room for a minute.

"Fuckshit threatened to hunt down and kill him if he didn't save his own son."

"Oh"

The brunette looks at the blonde, fidgeting with a Rubix cube in silence.

"Thanks Fuckshit"

The blonde quickly looks up, a slight smile on his face. "Oh, uh, welcome"

Ryder quickly grabs his camcorder, and sets it up to the TV as Ruben drags Fuckshit into the room.

He sits on the bed next to Gabe, and the brunette slowly takes his hand in his as Ryder steps back, standing next to Ray. Ruben stands behind Stevie as they watch the screen.

Ryder's movie.

AN - alright see yall lmao

just joking but uh, yeah that's it. I'm to lazy to actually like, write anymore but I feel this is a satisfactory enough ending so who cares yk.

but uhhhh yeah! hope you enjoyed, sry this isn't very romance-y but I wanted to do something different lmao, thank you for reading!!!