It was two days after your friend; Cleveland, got into a car accident. Bystanders state that he was crossing the road when an oncoming car ran the stop light and hit him. He sustained very serious injuries and was immediately taken into the hospital for emergency surgery. He was in good hands for now.. you sat next to Cleveland’s hospital bed, the ambient sound the monitors beeped softly, his steady breathing and the humming of other small machinery that helped with his condition. The poor guy was covered with bandages and gauze, an IV in his left arm, heart monitor pads on his chest, other unknown items, small tubes, needles and a stomach tube. The doctor said he had internal bleeding in his stomach, when the blood came in contact with his stomach acid his stomach became inflamed and swollen from the chemical reaction while also discovering early signs that he may have an eating disorder and possibly is also suffering from PTSD.

He also had eight broken ribs, a fractured right ankle and a punctured lung. He’ll have to stay at the hospital for another few weeks till they’re healed fully, in the meantime, you wait till you're able to take your roommate home. You reach to squeeze and feel his hand. “ Owen called me and said he cried himself to sleep that night after what had happened.. he said he’d come and see us later today after his shift at three. “ You say with a smiled at thought, giving Cleveland’s hand another gentle squeeze, now you just hope he'll way up before Owen gets here.