Who Are You?

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning to not just two people in my room, but 5! I was shocked to say the least. I put on my glasses and shot a confused look to Ray and Gerard before speaking. “Um, hi. I’m sorry but, who are you?”
The tall blonde guy spoke first to Ray and then to me.
“Wow, you weren’t joking. I’m Bob.”
The short guy. “Hi Mikey mouse, I’m Frank.”
The last guy spoke.
“I’m Brian. We actually haven't met yet. Seeing as the contract went through I guess I'm your new manager.”
“The contract went through. That’s good right.” Everyone smiled.
“Yep. That, baby bro, means we get to play for bigger crowds, make real albums not made in our garage and music videos. We get to live our dream. I’m guessing Ray told you about the band.”
“Yeah, My Chemical Romance. It’s a sweet name.”
“You came up with it.” Ray praised. There was a partially awkward silence before my stomach decided to remind me of its presence. Gerard laughed and passed me what looked like vomit but I assumed to be porridge.
“I’m sorry kiddo; you’re going to have to eat it.” Brian said apologetically. I took one spoonful, swallowed and felt awful. I mimed for a cardboard bowl and threw up when it was under my chin. I heaved up the small amount of porridge and burning stomach acid. My throat was on fire and my eyes flooded with tears. I couldn't stop and when there was nothing else to some up I was left heaving. My doctor walked into the room.
“Oh dear, what happened?” He asked seeing my shaking body. Frank spoke angrily.
“He took one spoonful of that porridge you gave him and he threw up.”
“Ok, everyone out quickly.” Only Bob and Frank left. “Why are you still here?”
“I’m Mikey’s legal guardian, Brian is our manager and Ray is his boyfriend. We're making sure you don’t fuck him up.”
“Fine.” He pulls down my sheet “Mikey, I need you to take off your gown so I can take a look.” I'd finally stopped heaving and reached to my brother.
“Gee Bee.” Gerard walked over and helped me remove my gown. When it was off I heard Ray and Brian gasp. I looked down and saw my torso. It was splattered with purple and blue, not a single bit of pink insight. The doctor put on some gloves and pressed on my stomach. An agonizing pain shot through my body and I screamed louder than I thought was possible, my already raw throat being strained. My back arched down, my body doubling in on itself trying to get away from the prodding hands. He didn’t stop. He kept searching while I screamed in agony until Brian wrenched him off me. While they shouted the hot salty tears streamed down my face and my body convulsed painfully with sobs. Brian dragged the doctor out of the room and Ray called for a nurse. When she came in she took one look and the hysterical mess that was myself and ran out. She was back moments later with an older, nicer looking doctor. She gave me some pain killers and eventually the pain subsided with my cries.
“Well, Mr Way…”
“Mikey.”
“Mikey, I’m Doctor Carlile. I apologise for my colleague, he was out of line and will most definitely be given a disciplinary and suspended until his case is reviewed.”
“Do you want me to give a statement or something?”
“Oh no no no. I want you to work on getting better. I’m sure these lovely young gentlemen will be kind enough to give their view on the events. Now what seems to be the problem?”
“My brother was sick after trying to eat something. I think the other person suspected something was wrong with his stomach because he was prodding around.”
“I assume with no pain-killers. Unprofessional. Now has the medication kicked in?”
“I think so.”
“Would you mind if I gave a quick poke just to check?”
“That’s fine.” I closed my eyes and felt a small pressure on my tummy but no pain.
“I assume there was no pain. I will continue the examination. Let me know if you want me to stop ok.”
“Ok” I kept my eyes shut as I felt him poking and pressing. After a few minutes he stopped and I opened my eyes.
“I suspect a little bit of bruising that is making eating solids a rather difficult task. I shall have to keep you on liquids for three weeks to ensure proper healing. For when you leave I would recommend smoothies, soups etc. I apologise.”
“It’s not your fault. Thank you doctor.” Doctor Carlile smiled and left with the nurse in tow. Soon, Bob, Frank and Brian came back in.
“Wow MikeyWay. You look like a grape.” Frank said referring to my torso,
“Oh yeah, do you want me to help you get your gown on Baby bro?”
“Nah, it’s too hot and it hurt trying to get it off. Plus it’s itchy.”
“Ok. Whatever you say.”
“What did the doctor say?” Bob asked.
“I have some bruising on my stomach and can’t have solids for three weeks." I gave a small smile and my eyes focused on Ray's hunched figure. His head was in his hands. "You OK Ray? You haven't said anything in a while.”
“This is my fault. If I had been paying attention then you wouldn't be hurt, you would still be able to remember Me, Frank and Bob and we could be having a nice time watching movies but no I had to fuck it all up by taking my eyes off the road for a second.” He broke down into tears and I signal for the guys to give us some space.
“Ray, look at me.” He looked up and into my eyes “This isn’t your fault. Gerard said the light was green, and the other guy was drunk. It was his fault not yours. And if you had your eyes on the road that would have been a bad thing seeing as the car hit us on my side.” I grab his non-broken hand and give him a small smile. “I could never blame you for this. So don’t you dare blame yourself. Ok.” Ray nodded and I handed him some tissues.
“I can’t wait till you get home.
“I can’t wait to see how I’m supposed to use crutches with one arm.” We both laughed until we couldn’t breathe and I fell into the dark abyss of sleep once again.

Notes

This is awful and I'm sorry. My writing isn't the best. I have no idea if any of this is accurate, I am not a doctor.