Toms POV
I saw the blue flashing lights of the emergency vehicles. I could hear the sirens and people talking. I was put into a helicopter. We must have arrived at the hospital they were saying a lot of things I don’t understand. Then it wall went black. I must have been in a terrible state. When I woke I was attached to lots of different tubes and wires. It was horrible. I then woke up. I was alone in a dark room. I didn’t like it. I wanted Alex. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be home with Alex. I needed to talk to Alex. Thankfully it was starting to get light. I knew that meant Alex and Jack would be visiting soon they always visited me before and after school. The doctors told me this morning I might be able to go home later. I wanted to go home now though. Alex came in. “Alex I have had a flashback or nightmare or something it was to do with the accident.” That was when the doctor walked in.
“Tom if your scan is clear then you will be able to go home today. We will take you for your scan now.” I was wheeled off to a little room and went inside a scanner. I was taken back to the room where Alex and Jack were waiting for me. “Your scan results should be here soon for me to view”
“I hope you can come home today. It’s so strange not having you at home. The nurse told me that you have been playing guitar. Could you play something for me and Jack? I always enjoyed hearing you play. Remember when you playing used to be the only thing that clamed me down when o had nightmares.”
“Yes, I remember mum and dad used to wake me up in the middle of the night. So you would go back to sleep.”
“Sorry about asking, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. Why did you stop playing?” Jack asked.
“I stopped playing because when I was in hospital it just made me upset. It used to be my therapy but when that stopped working. I turned to self-harming. Every time I felt sad or upset I just cut myself. Most of the time it seemed like the only way to escape. Every time though I felt, I felt like I had to cut deeper. Every time I did I cut deeper and deeper. One day it all got too much I locked myself in the bathroom and I cut deeper than I had before because I just wanted it to end. End it all. I felt like I couldn’t live anymore. I also drank half bottle vodka. Mum and dad came upstairs after a while. They must have kicked the door down. By that point I must have been halfway dead because the next thing I remember is waking up in hospital. I was sent to a pysicatric ward. I was there for 6 months. Alex ended up being the only one I could talk to. When I ended up in hospital that was when Alex started cutting. He told me he didn’t want to be here without me. Mum and dad only found me because Alex found the note telling him we would be together soon. Although when I woke up in hospital I was glad the first person I saw was Alex. A few months later he told me about his self-harming. We both agreed to help each other. I only stopped because of Alex.” I could see the look of shock on his face.
“Thank you for telling me Tom. Now I understand”
“It’s okay it’s amazing how much talking helps” The doctor walked back in.
“Right Tom your scans are clear so you can go home. We have given you a follow up appointment in a weeks’ time, meanwhile if you experience any headaches or nausea and vomiting you need to come back to A&E”
“Okay Thank you” I said taking the appointment card.