Hangin' with the patient

I jolt upwards the moment my eyes get a chance to open, but in this event, I hit my head. I bang on the top of what seems to be a... "Casket!" I hear voices talking as if I were dead. "Hey! I'm not dead yet! Hey!!" If this is a Patron funeral, I've got seconds until they throw me in the water. The one moment when I actually need my boy, he isn't here. I continue to bang on the roof. "Hey! Open up." The casket begins to move back and forth. "Wait! You're gonna murder me! Don't throw the casket!" Death at my own funeral, I guess they planned a bit early. My heart drops as I hit the water. My casket began to fill. "I can't swim!" I hold my breath and close my eyes as I'm submerged in the water. I kick the bottom of the casket. I keep banging, hoping that maybe something or someone will save my life. All the scars I had before were still here, they were stitched and bandaged. I'm gonna drown down here. I can't hold my breath for that long. At least I don't have to spend my time with my procrastinating father. I feel a tug on my death box. I don't bother to open my eyes. If I get out of here, I'm killing that man. I hear banging, muffled by the fact my ears are filled with water. I feel nothing else until something sharp hits my side. My mouth opens, letting out all the air I had left. The casket rips open and I'm greeted with arms around me. At that moment, I pass out. It felt like months before I opened my eyes again. I feel the air fill my lungs as I breathe heavily. My hand was on someone's arm. "Oi... Quit tuggin'" A chuckle comes from the person next to me. "Oh... Sorry." A warm smile heats my cold body. "So, how you feelin'? You went through a lot." My boy goes over to a glass cup and pours some water. He hands it to me. I sit up and grab the cup. "Are we... Am I, still dreaming?" He shakes his head. "You're in the real world, the whole funeral thing was real too. Patron thought you were dead so he had everything arranged for a huge funeral. Does he always throw the bodies the water?" I nod. "He says it's a great way to go down. There's a hole at the bottom of the river that you were thrown in. The water takes you away and puts you in the hole, it's supposedly going to cover you with whatever type of dirt you were put in." I take a sip of the water. I could still feel the pain of the stab wound on my side. "Oh right... Sorry 'bout that. They were trying to hit me not you." I roll my eyes. "Hey uh..." I pull his arm and wrap my arms around his neck. "Thank you... I would've been dead, and even though I don't really mind dying, I'm grateful for you saving me." He keeps his hands down. "Is it? okay?"

"Yeah, go ahead." He puts his arms around my waist, watching out for the wound. It's very considerate that he asked me if it was okay. I guess he knows how I feel about people touching me. He stayed with me the whole time I was in the infirmary. I never knew how sweet he was. "Now, we need to do something about that." He points at my uneven hair. "I feel like you cutting your hair in that dream was a way of your mind saying cut your terribly uneven hair." I fold my arms. "Can you even cut hair?"

"How else do you think I've kept Patron from cutting it all off." He grabs a pair of scissors and sits behind me on the bed. "Just think of it as another good deed, and a thank you for saving me from John murdering me on an experiment table." I let out a slight chuckle. "So, Mr. Derick Patron. Tell me about yourself." He begins to cut. "Well... I'm only fourteen years old, I'm turning fifteen in a few weeks. My hair color is natural, not dyed. I'm part American and Italian but I was raised most of my life in Britten. When I was younger, I used to play around in my father's lab, so my dad made a mini play lab for me. I've been looking forward to the day I got to experiment on children. Not to kill them, but to keep them from death. My father was very... bad, at keeping the kids alive." He laughs. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks that." I chuckle. "Is it normal for doctors to uh, become friends with their patients?" I shrug. "I think so. The reason I picked you was that you bit me the first time we met. I was intrigued by the fact that you could've done anything to this frail body of mine."

"You are far from frail. Remember when I tried to stab you and hesitated. You drop-kicked me so fast, I didn't know what hit me. Your voice just scrambles the brain. There are a bunch of other things you did that you don't remember, but I remember them as clear as day. I'd pick you over your father any day." I close my eyes. The sound of his voice was soothing. Sooner or later, I fall asleep. My mind flows off into an abyss until I wake up to the sound of a giant bang.