“ARE YOU OKAY?! ARE YOU STILL HURT?! ARE YOU FEELING ANY TYPE OF PAIN?!”
Your parents reacted pretty much how you had expected. As soon as you had entered the lobby, your mother, with tears in her eyes, immediately rushed up to you, wrapping her arms around you into yet another extremely tight hug. You can feel all the other visitors staring at the two of you with the commotion your mother was making. You were embarrassed to be the center of attention, but they probably understood why your mother was acting this way, or at least you hope they did.
“Mom, please let go,” You begged. Apparently today was national ‘hug Tim to death’ day. While her hug wasn’t nearly as bad as the one Randall had given you earlier, it was still excruciatingly painful. Your body, still bruised from the accident, certainly didn't appreciate a second round of bear hugs.
Your mother had always been a bit overprotective of you and your siblings. She was the type to get paranoid that something devastating had happened if you were even a few minutes late coming home. You theorized that she chooses to be a stay at home mom so she can be more hands on with you and your siblings’ life. While she can be a bit much at times, you know it’s only because she cares for you and your family.
Your father chuckled at your pleas. “Let him go, Jen, or you’ll end up sending him back into the emergency room. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
On the other hand, your father was much more on the ‘chill’ side compared to your mother. Having been a rambunctious youth as the star college football player, he seems to understand that your mother can be overwhelming at times. You actually preferred to ask him for favors since he was usually more open minded than your mother was. He worked as an attorney and you guess he made enough to support the whole family on his income alone.
Your mother finally releases you from her grip. Thank God. You think you even felt some of your bones cracked. “I was just… worried sick about you. You were in there for nearly a whole day. I thought something terrible happened to you. It was just breaking my heart.”
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she informed you that the hospital did not give them any updates on your status during your time in the emergency room. Your mother constantly asked about your health, but they wouldn't provide details, only assuring them that you were going to be okay. Even though you weren’t part of the transplant procedure, you figured they probably wanted to take as few risks as possible to ensure no details about Randall were leaked.
“I’m sorry to hear about Randall,” Your dad said, seemingly reading your mind. “We’re going to miss him, he was family to us.” Your parents explained that they heard the news about Randall being ‘killed’ in the accident on TV. Seems like word of your accident was spreading quickly, with your neighbors and even some of your classmates’ parents reaching out to see if you were alright.
“Yeah… I’m going to miss him a lot.” You lied, trying your best to look depressed.
Patting you on the head, your father looks towards the front desk. “We’ll have some things to discuss later, let me finish up with the front desk and we’ll head on out, sound good? I bet you’re getting sick of this place.”
Nodding your head in agreement, your father went up to the front desk to sort out your paperwork. In the meantime, you asked your mother how your younger siblings were doing in your absence. She replied that your brother, David, was out with his girlfriend Claire and your sister, Tabitha, was over at her friend Lisa’s house. Upon hearing that you were discharged from the hospital, or at least about to be, they immediately rushed home to await your return.
“Do they know what happened to Randall?” You asked, hoping that you didn’t have to tell them the news when you returned home. Your mother shook her head, “As far as I’m aware, neither of them know. They might have caught it on the news if they were watching, but I doubt either of them were.” Great, that’ll be a fun conversation, you internally groaned. While you didn’t have any issues with your siblings, you didn’t want to lie to them that Randall was 'dead'.
“O-oh, great. I guess I’ll have to tell them when we’re home…”
Reassuring you that your brother and sister will take the news okay, your father returned stating that everything was handled and you were officially discharged.
You left the hospital and hopped into your father’s car. Your parents informed you that they had a funeral for Randall planned out in a week. They also stated that both Alice and Randall’s father will be attending, something that surprised you. You didn't think Alice would even show up to Randall's funeral given how much she hated him. After telling you the details of the funeral, your parents started to talk about other things, something regarding your father’s work. Tuning out their conversation, you stare out the window mindlessly, anxiously waiting to return home. That is, until your mother had asked you about Allison.
“Oh, I almost forgot to ask, how is Allison doing? I haven’t heard you mention anything about her.”
You jumped a little bit in your seat when your mother brought up Allison’s name. Your parents, having been supportive of your relationship with Allison, have taken a liking to her. Obviously, they would want to hear about your girlfriend.
“O-oh, she’s doing okay.” You responded, trying your best not to mess up your lie. “She’s more banged up than I was, but the doctors said she’ll be discharged in the next day or two.”
“That’s good to hear,” Your father smiled. “She’s a tough girl, but I’m glad to hear she made it out okay.”
“Yeah, me too…”
The rest of the car ride home was quiet. Upon arriving at your home, your siblings were already outside to greet you. They welcomed you home and each of them gave you a hug, luckily nowhere near as bad as the one Randall or your mother had given you earlier. You assured them that you were fine, but needed rest. You caught them up on both ‘Allison’ and Randall, informing them of Randall's unfortunate 'death'. They were saddened to hear about Randall’s apparent ‘death’, but were overall glad to see that you were okay. Excusing yourself, you head up towards your room for some time alone.
Upon entering your room, you threw off your shoes and closed the door behind you. Home, sweet home. You plug in your phone into the charger, it having been dead while you were in the hospital and start up your computer. Opening your browser, you notice several notifications on your social media tab.
I guess everyone’s wondering about me.
Your suspicions were true, your social media was flooded with messages, mostly from kids at your school. The majority of them consisted of ‘get well’ messages, with a few offering their condolences of Randall’s ‘death’. You had anticipated a few messages from your small group of friends, but you didn't expect to receive this many from a multitude of different people. The accident had made you the talk of the town, you even got a message from Gretchen Collins, a cheerleader who you were pretty sure didn’t know you existed until now. If Allison was considered popular, Gretchen was on a whole other level.
Gretchen, being one of the most popular girls in school, was in the same social group as people like Brandi Summers and Brandon Walsh, aka the queen bee and star football player. While she didn’t seem as crude as her peers, it was impossible to get know as she was always with her clique. She was quite near the top of the school’s hierarchy. While you weren’t exactly popular at school, you weren’t unpopular either, still, it was surprising to see a message from someone of her popularity. Often, you find yourself being in the ‘background’ at school, you were pretty unnoticeable at school, not that it bothered you. You actually appreciated being invisible to the crowd, an ‘NPC’ as Randall had deemed the two of you.
You responded to a couple messages, but due to the sheer volume, you eventually gave up on trying to respond to all of them, instead posting an update status and thanking people for their messages.
“Ugghhhh, what a fucking day…” You groaned, leaning back in your chair.
Turning off your computer, you switch to your pajamas and collapse onto your bed. Today has been exhausting for you. Your body, still sore from the accident, had little to no energy to do anything else. Not that you had any plans to do anything else for the day anyways. The shock of Randall in Allison’s body mentally tore you apart and you really didn't feel like doing anything. You weren’t even in the mood to turn on your Xbox to play COD. Checking for the time, you saw that it was barely past seven. It was still fairly early in the evening, but the only thing you had on your mind was sleep. Nothing wrong with sleeping the day away. Without leaving your bed, you reach for your phone and text your mother that you were going to take a nap. Knowing your mother would try to wake you up for dinner, you preemptively followed up with another text stating you weren’t hungry and promised to eat as soon as you woke up. Silencing your phone, you toss your phone onto your desk and lay your head on a pillow.
“Things are going to be different from now huh…” You say aloud.
Staring at the ceiling, you reminisce about the eventful weekend you had so far. You went from enjoying a football game with your friends to getting knocked out in a car crash. Not to mention waking up to find out your best friend was put into the body of your girlfriend. Something that was certainly not on your bingo card. Giving one last sigh, you turned off the light switch and pulled your blanket over your body. Enveloped in the warmth of your blanket, your long day finally comes to an end as you drift off to sleep.
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