I finally got out of the hospital. It felt like months, but was really about two weeks, I think. The only thing I could think of the whole was what Daniel had said about Lionel. I couldn't wrap my head around it. It didn't make any sense whatsoever to me.
All of the worrying put a lot of stress on my body, more than what was already there. This caused me to fall into a deep sleep for about two days, which is why I was in the hospital for so long.
Once I got out, I was stuck in my wheelchair. The only good thing about it was that it was padded, which made it pretty comfortable. Also, it had foot rests that I could use to prop my legs up, so it wasn't too terrible. Yet.
I saw the looks that all the kids gave me at school, though. It was mostly pity, which for some reason killed me inside. I used to be inspirational, looked up to for guidance. Now look where I was. Pathetic.
I guess Daniel could tell I was a little down, because he kept pestering me with chocolate, flowers, and little stuffed animals. Deep inside I thought it was sweet, but in the outside I showed indifference. This just pushed him to give me more things. I finally laughed and told him to stop, I was getting sick from eating too much chocolate, most of the flowers were dead because I couldn't exactly water them, and my room was now over flowing with stuffed animals. He reluctantly agreed, but still slipped me an animal now and then. Soon I was going to have to get a whole new room to keep them all in.
Meanwhile, I was still curious about Lionel. So I needs some more information. I thought about going to Charles to ask him questions, but I realized that would be stupid. Lionel would be even more mad, and I didn't need that right now. So I decided to try to build Lionel's trust up again.
So instead of Daniel pushing me around in my wheelchair, I somehow got Lionel to do it. It took a little bit, but I finally got him on long conversational terms. Or at least as long as Lionel could talk for.
So I made my move. On our way to lunch one day, I checked to see if Lionel brought his lunch. He did, as I had. Good, I wouldn't keep him from getting his lunch.
I looked up at him. "Um, Lionel?"
He looked down at me. "Yeah?"
I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. "I heard something about you, and I want to know if it's true."