Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Burn ❯ Chapter 2 Axel ( Chapter 2 )

Burn

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Chapter 2 Axel

Yeah, I finally get a roommate and guess what? He's in a frigging coma. It's just my luck. I swear someone up there hates me. A lot. Why else would I get a roommate who's in a coma? I thought getting a roommate would be exciting, but this is just plain boring. They didn't give me much warning that I was getting a roommate either. A nurse came in about five minutes before they brought him in and she didn't even tell me at first. I had to pry it out of her. So much for keeping us informed. After she told me the happy news, she pulled the curtain around my bed so I couldn't see! What's up with that? I waited until I heard a commotion before pulling back the curtain a little to spy on my new roommate. They wheeled him in. He was so young. Still just a kid. He was…I'd hate to admit it to myself…kinda cute. He fascinated me. Blond hair stood up in uneven spikes, kinda like my hair. His face was heart-shaped and his lips were pressed together in sort of a pout. If only I could see what color eyes he had. I had to rest my arm because keeping it held up like I was made it hurt. I've been in this hospital also known as hell for six weeks and I'm just beginning to be able to move my arms.

I burned myself. Intentionally, but I couldn't help it. I was curious. I wanted to know what it would feel like to burn. I've been interested in fire since I was a little kid. Don't ask me why. I have no clue. One day, I decided that I would see what it was like to burn myself. I had burned so many things in the past, mostly paper, food, bugs. Even some animals. Yeah, that was wrong. I found that out pretty quickly. But I had never burned myself. From the moment I lit the first match and held it to my skin, I grew addicted.

I liked to burn.

My parents didn't like me burning things when I was a kid so they sent me to therapy. Didn't help at all. I went through at leaser seven therapists before my parents gave up on me. Until my last episode that landed me here. They “evaluated” me and labeled me as “mentally unstable and prone to fits of anger resulting in destructive and self-destructive behaviors.” Basically, they say I'm crazy. And I like to burn myself. They suggested major intervention. So far, a bunch of people have come to talk to me while I've been stuck here in bed. I haven't been able to do much. I burned my arms and my legs pretty badly. If my parents hadn't found out and put out the fire I'd started, the rest of me would have burned pretty badly. I may have even died. At first, I didn't feel anything, but after the fire was put out, the pain started. I screamed I think. I was in a haze for a long time. When I finally got out of that, I was lying in this room. Things were also foggy for a while because of some medication they put me on, but they took me off it because I was drowsy all the time. Now I only take it on occasion when they want to drug me.

There was nothing else for me to do once my roommate arrived. He was in a frigging coma. I get bored easily, okay? I didn't even know his name! I laid back on my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to find patterns. Yeah, that's how bored I was. There was nothing else for me to do though. From time to time, a nurse came in and checked on the kid. And every once in a while, my day nurse Becky would come in and check on me. I was just fine—immobilized for the most part, but just fine. Thanks to the painkillers I've been taking, (different ones than before) I don't feel any sort of pain. Unless they wear off. But that's beside the point.
I'm not really sure how much time had passed before I heard a man's voice. After a few seconds, I recognized the doctor who had been taking care of me, Dr. Leehman or something. He was talking to someone I couldn't see. Curiosity got the better of me and I slowly reached up to pull the curtain back. I sat up to the best of my ability and pushed the curtain back. Then, I laid back down and watched. A brown-haired boy stepped forward and gently stroked my new roommate's good arm.

“Hey Roxas,” he said in a quiet voice, filled with sadness.

Roxas. Roxas. What an interesting name. Kinda cute. At least now I knew his name. I needed to know more though, like who that boy was. I cleared my throat, but the boy didn't hear me. The only thing I could do was to say something to him. I thought for a few moments.”
“Well, well, well. What have we here?” I asked. The boy turned, surprised. He had startling blue eyes. He was staring at me. “Who might you be?”

“I'm Sora. Roxas's brother,” he said dully.

Guess he's not one for conversation. I stared at them for a little while longer.

“Are you twins?” I asked, unable to control my curiosity.

“Excuse me?” Sora looked mildly surprised.

“Are you twins?” I repeated.

“Yes.” He looked very surprised.

I smirked and decided to give him an explanation for my thought. “You look a lot alike.”

Sora didn't answer. Yup, definitely not one for talking. He just stared at me like I was crazy.

…

Oh wait. I am.

Whatever.

After a while, Sora excused himself from the room. I caught a glimpse of his face as he left. He was crying. Poor kid. Must be hell to have your twin brother attempt suicide. I heard from the nurses myself. They were talking quietly to each other as they got Roxas settled into his bed. Apparently, the kid tried to jump off the local clock tower. Not exactly my first choice of leaving this place, but whatever. To each his own. An exciting day to be sure. When Becky brought me dinner (hospital food is okay, by the way. Not the greatest, but definitely better than nothing), she was surprised to see my partially open curtain.

“Did you do this, Axel?” she asked, setting my tray of food on the table next to my bed.

“Do what?” I asked innocently.

“This…” she motioned to the curtain. “Did you open your curtain?”
“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I was curious. I wanted to see what Roxas looked like.”

Becky looked surprised. “How did you know his name?”
“That's what the other boy called him…Sora is his name.”
Becky mumbled something under her breath and began the long task of feeding me. Yes, that's right. I have to be fed. I don't have enough arm strength to do it myself. I can push the curtain back and hold my arm up for about five minutes before it hurts (and that's with pain medication. Okay, so I'm not totally numb. Whatever). But that's about it. The doctor said that I'll be able to move my arms again with time. And I'll even be able to walk again. Lucky me. First though, I have to go through physical therapy. Oh joy.

After Becky finished feeding me, she helped me to take my evening meds. Hell if I know what they've put me on. I don't really care. Sara, my night nurse won't be arriving until eight. It's five. So for three more hours, I'm going to be extremely bored. I always have fun with Sara. She's extremely irritable and I always get kicks out of getting under her skin. There's nothing better than torturing your nurse.

Once Becky had left, I decided to look at Roxas and watch him for a while. Nothing was really going on in that department, but I was still interested in watching him. It certainly beat staring at the ceiling and trying to find patterns. Roxas's breathing was regular. His small chest rose and fell, but everything else was perfectly still. I don't know why, but he fascinated me a lot. I ended up watching him until Sara came.

“Hiya sunshine,” I greeted her cheerfully.

“Axel, I'm not in the mood for your antics,” Sara growled.

“When are you ever, doll face?” I grinned.

Sara rolled her eyes and checked my vital signs. She made a few notes and left. The rest of the night passed uneventfully. I fell asleep around ten or so.

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