Cory was lying on the hospital bed, It had been two days since he was admitted into the hospital, with broken ribs, bruised face and aching pain all over his body.
And there was no one to watch him over. He was alone, lying on the bed, in the general ward. It was night, and the clock struck 12, which meant that today was his birthday. His 18th birthday.
And all of a sudden, the air turned colder, and Cory wasn't aware of it as he was unconscious. There was a figure shrouded in darkness; it was a woman, and she walked towards the bed where Cory lay.
She stood beside the bed and looked at Cory. Her expression was complex. She caressed his face and said, "It is time you awaken your bloodline."
And with that, she put her hand over his forehead, and a strange string like red colored energy flowed into him, and his body started to tremble slightly.
It continued for a whole ten to twenty minutes, and she withdrew her hand after that. She looked at him once more. "We will meet again, until then, grown stronger."
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The next morning, "Where...?!"
"Shh... you have two broken ribs, best to talk slow and with light breaths." Cory's eyes began to focus, revealing the late-fifties woman as she hovered over him.
"How did I get here?" Wincing as he tried to sit up.
"Your father carried you into the ER, I'll get the doctor," she said sweetly, lightly patting his shoulder.
Ten minutes later Cory saw the doctor walking in with his mother behind him. "Make her leave," Cory demanded.
"Cory, listen I..."
"Too fucking little, too fucking late. Get out," Cory stared hatefully at his mother while holding his ribs.
"Alright, I'll be outside," Celeste said, hiding the pain in her eyes at what she had caused.
"So can I go home now?" Cory asked, once the doctor had done all her tests to see if he didn't have a concussion.
"In a minute, I need to ask. How did you hurt your rids? It wasn't physical abuse was it?" Cory could see how her eyes were running down his wiry body compared to his fathers.
"You're going to laugh when you hear how it happened. So here comes Dad walking into the kitchen Mom's not paying any attention as she's getting out the mop to clean up the spill she caused. Then bam!" Smacking his hands together. "Mom opens the closet door right in Dad's face hitting him squarely in the nose. I hear him holler something fierce. So, I'm rushing down the stairs to see what's going on. Then wouldn't you know it, I slipped on the very spill Mom was trying to clean up! So my arms were all over the place as I try to regain my balance. Then I saw the table as I felt my feet slipping out from under me. I tried to correct myself, seems I overcorrected, given how I ended up here." Watching how she was fighting back her laughter as he told the biggest lie of his life.
"Well, I don't see anything wrong with you other than your ribs. I'll have you discharged soon," she said, lightly patting his leg.
"You have a gorgeous smile," Cory said, truthfully. He wasn't trying to hit on her, he just thought the compliment was warranted.
"Awe, that's so sweet, thank you..."
"I wasn't hitting on you, I genuinely think you have a gorgeous smile," Cory said, hearing the strain in her voice. Knowing she must get hit on constantly.
"Sorry, its..."
"No, it's cool. I understand. Guys can be asshats seventy-five percent of the time," Cory said, a smile stretched from ear to ear at how cute her chuckle was.
"True, they can be, I thank you for the compliment and for the laughs. You take care of yourself, alright?"
"Sure thing, doc," Cory nodded.
"I'll have the nurse bring you some pain medication while I get your discharge forms ready."
"Thanks, so don't want to do this again," Cory chuckled lightly.
"I can imagine."
Cory watched her leave wondering what her ass looked like beneath that white coat. So wishing she would come back as he noted how his mother slipped into the room. That once warm smile quickly faded as he rolled over. Swinging his legs off the bed, wondering where they put his shirt as he looked around for it. Looking to his left when his mother tapped him on his arm seeing his shirt in her hand.
"Cory, I'm..."
"Five years is a little too late to say your fucking sorry." Hissing as he lifted his arms, knowing he was going to have to watch his movements until his ribs healed.
"I was apologizing for what I said today," Celeste said, watching how his shirt slid over the ace bandage they used to wrap his ribs.
"It seemed to me you meant every word of it," Cory said, keeping his back to her.
As Celeste opened her mouth to have this out with her son her phone chose the worst time to interrupt. "Hey, Zoe, did you get your Dad home okay?"
"Yeah, gave him his meds, I put him in bed when we got home. Dad's going to have two black eyes for a while. I can tell they're already starting to form. I'm on my way back to the hospital. Has Li'l Stanley woken up yet?"
"Yes, and don't call him that any more. Thought we had this discussion?" Celeste spoke in a stern motherly voice.
"Yeah, but I'm not saying it to his face. The ass called me a slut, Mom! I'm not a slut!"
Sighing in her mind, "How long will it take you to get here?" Celeste asked, knowing this wasn't going to end any time soon.
"Twenty minutes."
"Good. Cory should be discharged by then," Celeste said, noting how her son hadn't once turned to look at her.
"Cory! Cory!"
"W-what?!" Cory jolted awake after falling asleep on the ride home.
"We're home, come on, let's get you to bed..." Looking away in sadness when Cory once again brushed away her hand. She watched how he held his side as he ambled towards the front door.
"Look who's home, did it feel good breaking Dad's nose?' Dayana asked, in a snide tone.
"Yep, did it feel good doing your first gangbang?" Cory retorted as he walked towards the stairs. Not seeing how murderous his sister glared at him.
"I still need help you know!" Dayana called after him.
"And you can refer to what I told you to do earlier," Cory stated as he climbed the stairs. "I'm not your damn calculator!"