{Tyler}
"You dumb ass! You shouldn't be getting yourself involved into this kind of stuff!" My father yelled, swinging my door open, "Do you understand how bad that makes me look?!"
"Yes. I'm sorry." I lied, forcing myself to frown.
"If you were sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place! Why do you always pull this kind of shit on us Tyler?!"
"I don't know... I'm sorry."
"You don't know?"
"No, I don't know."
"That's bullshit! You had a motive, what was it?"
"It looked like he was dying, so I helped him out!" I sighed,
"You think that matters? Now I look like a shitty parent because you're now involved in a crime!"
"Okay! I said I'm sorry! It won't happen again."
"It better not." He slammed the door behind him, and I sighed, collapsing back onto my bed, biting my lip to stop myself from crying due to the pressure put upon me to have a perfect reputation.
I didn't know why I had decided to walk to the hospital to see him, but I think it was too late to turn back now. I was already three-fourths of the way there, and my legs felt like they were going to die, I'm not going to put all this work in for nothing.
I dragged my feet into the hospital, and requested to see Cameron. By the time I had climbed the stairs up to his room, I was stumbling, and about to pass out.
"You look worse than I do." Cameron laughed.
I shook my head, "No I don't, dude, you're covered in bruises."
"Yeah, I know, I feel it. It stings like a bitch."
"I'd assume so. Are they giving you pain killers?"
"Yeah, it's kind of worthless though."
"They clearly aren't giving you enough then."
"They gave me quite a lot."
"Then you must be in a lot of pain, because I was able to numb myself for a week from pain killers."
"What? Why?"
"We don't talk about that story anymore." I laughed, "I did something, really, really, really, dumb."
"You did something dumb once?"
"Yeah, I know, surprising." I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks for... you know, saving me, by the way." Cameron smiled weakly.
"Uh, yeah, anytime."
"So, why are you here exactly?"
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You had lost a lot of blood."
"Yeah, how did that happen? Or do you not know?" Cameron asked, biting him lip, and squinting.
"I'm assuming he pushed you into the ground, and cracked your neck, or something? I'm not to sure. I just found you on the ground, bleeding, and thought that I should probably call someone, unlike Dylan, who decided to make it worse by kicking you in the face a couple times, which is why you've got swollen lips, and a cut on your cheek."
"That asshole."
"If it makes you feel better, he's right down the hall."
"What?" Cameron's eyes widened in disbelief,
"I may or may not have had to knock him unconscious..." I shrugged, laughing quietly,
"Dang. Does he look as bad as I do?"
"I don't know, and I don't think I want to see either."
"Why not?"
"I still feel really bad, even though I know he's a jackass."
"Yeah, you're nice like that." Cameron shrugged,
"Yeah, sadly I am."
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