Mr. Brennahan kept a hold on Lucas as he talked to the doctors. It wasn’t long before they had Lucas in a hospital room. While Lucas was off with the doctors, Mr. Brennahan had called Melissa to inform her what had happened. It wasn’t too long until she arrived at the hospital, her face written with concern and dread. “Where’s Lucas? Is he okay?” She asked weakly, tears already pricking at her eyes. “I don’t really have an answer to either of those questions, sweetheart. All I know is that he’s been back there for a while.”
The doctors took a while to stitch up all of Lucas's wounds. They had him sedated and he had a fair few pain meds on board, so he was a bit loopy when he finally woke up again an hour later. After he woke up, Melissa and Mr. Brennahan were allowed back with the warning that Lucas likely wouldn't be quite himself until the meds wore off.
Melissa honestly didn’t care, quickly pushing past them when told she was allowed to see him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her breathing seemed to catch in her throat as she pushed the door open to see him. “Lucas?” She asked softly, walking in through the door.
"Melissa…?" Lucas yawned a bit and smiled as he looked up at her. "You caaaaame…" He forced himself up into a sitting position and started toying with his bandages.
The doctor stayed back with Mr. Brennahan to give him more details. "He did a lot of damage, sir. Both his forearms and his thighs were practically shredded. Some of the wounds were considerably deeper than others. He's on a lot of pain medication."
Melissa didn’t smile in return, coming up to him with a worried expression. “You scared me so bad- I knew I shouldn’t have left you.” She whispered, holding his face in her hands. “How… how are you feeling?” In all honesty, even with the warning, she wasn’t seeming to register the fact he probably wasn’t going to respond very well.
“Good gracious… the poor kid. Is he gonna be alright?” Mr. Brennahan asked softly, giving the doctor a worried look. “Is there specific medicine I need to get for him, or anything of the sort?”
Lucas leaned into Melissa's touch and stuck his tongue out a bit. "Mmmm… I feel pretty good. They're putting drugs in my blood or something." He smiled again, completely unaware of how serious the situation was. "What about you?"
"The wounds will recover fine, though they'll probably scar. Considering the rest of the scars we found on him, we have to assume this is a somewhat regular occurrence for him. He definitely needs to be seeing someone if he isn't already. A psychiatrist can prescribe him antidepressants and anxiety medication, and whatever else he may need. Just be wary that antidepressants can sometimes have negative side effects in young adults."
“A million times better knowing you’re going to be alright.” Melissa whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Do you need anything? Or, better yet, can you actually have anything? Water, food?”
Mr. Brennahan sighed weakly, nodding a little. “We talked about it earlier today. I started looking into it. Do you have any recommendations, or suggestions?” He asked softly, knowing they needed to get him in as soon as possible.
Lucas clumsily returned the kiss and hugged Melissa, still smiling softly. "I have noooo clue… they probably told me, but I wasn't really paying attention. The room was pretty blurry. I can see mostly better now, though."
"I can have a list of nearby therapists emailed to you if you'd like, sir. There are some that specialize with teenagers. You may need to see a few before you find one that fits for him. It's important that he's comfortable with whoever he's talking with, of course."
Melissa sighed softly, and nodded a little. “Alright, then we should probably wait to get you anything. I’ll ask a doctor when they come up here.” She whispered, running her fingers through his hair when he hugged her. “I’m glad you can see better though.”
“That would be greatly appreciated. I don’t want to rush you, but the sooner the better. He’s really in need of it, and I don’t want to keep him from it any longer.” Mr. Brennahan has his arms crossed as he talked, keeping a serious look.
"Mmkay~…" Lucas relaxed a bit more when Melissa started petting him, seeming pleased with the attention. "You're cute~…" He gently booped Melissa on the nose.
"Of course, sir. We'll have that sent to you immediately." The doctor walked off, leaving Mr. Brennahan alone in the hallway.
Melissa's face grew pink, continuing to play with his hair. "Am I now? And why would you say that?" She asked softly, kissing the top of his head.
When Mr. Brennahan was alone, he slowly pushed the door open to the hospital room to check on the two. He let a little smile pull up as he saw the two already wrapped around each other.
"Because you are and I am a very bad liar." Lucas yawned again, still smiling. His arms were heavily bandaged, as were his legs, presumably. He looked up when Mr. Brennahan came into the room. "G'morning, sir, or… whatever time it is…"
Melissa smiled in return, glancing over to her father when Lucas greeted him. "It's almost six-thirty, love." She hummed softly, giving her father her smile after informing Lucas. Mr. Brennahan smiled in return, running a hand through his hair. "How are you feeling?" He asked softly.
"Mmmmm… pretty good. What about you?" Lucas asked. He noticed a piece of paper on the table beside him and picked it up to look it over. "This is for you, apparently. It says how many drugs I'm supposed to have and when. And stuff about the bandages…"
Mr. Brennahan came up to take the paper, scanning over it with a nod. "I'm alright. Glad to hear you're doing better." He mumbled a little, stepping back to sit in one of the chairs. Melissa smiled softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him. "Do you know how long you're gonna have to stay?"
"Mm… I'm not really sure, but I think they said they might wanna keep me overnight to monitor me and so the drugs can wear off here." Lucas hummed softly to himself. "But they might let me go home with you guys, I dunno."
Melissa smiled lightly, reaching over to loosely hold onto his hand. "Mm, do you need anything from home, then? Because I'm sure you'll want clothes, at least for tomorrow." She mumbled a little, using her free hand to reach up to play with his hair.
"Sureee… do you think they'll let me go to school tomorrow? I dunno if I can play baseball with my arms like this." Lucas stuck his tongue out a bit, his eyes slightly glazed over and unfocused.
Melissa held back a laugh, a small smile pulling up when she saw his face. He was too cute, even if he had just completely torn his arms and legs up. "I don't think you'll go to school tomorrow. And I know you won't be playing baseball. Probably not for a couple weeks."
"Whaaat? But I gotta… I'm the captain. And homework… I'm gonna miss the lessons!" Lucas whined, trying to hold onto Melissa's hand. His grip was weak and most of the strength in his arms was just gone at the moment.
Melissa choked back her giggles, starting to chew on her lip. "I can get you your homework, don't worry. I can also tell your coach why you're not at practice, he'll understand." She hummed a little, hearing her father snickering softly.
"But how am I supposed to do the homework if I'm not there for the lesson?" He whined, laying his head back on his pillow tiredly. "School's sssstupid…" He mumbled, his voice a bit slurred.
(I stan dopey Lucas)
"I can help you, when you're feeling better." Melissa hummed, occasional giggles slipping out. She kept up her grin, lacing her fingers with his. "Does that sound like a good plan?"
(Mood lol. He's trying his best)
"Mmkay… d'you think they have ice cream here?" Lucas asked curiously, his voice still slurred. He hit Melissa's arm weakly with his free hand. "I want ice creammmm…"
(He is, and he's adorable.)
"You want ice cream?" Melissa asked in a teasing tone, tipping his chin up with her free hand. "I could always ask if you could have some. If you're allowed, what do you want?"
"Mmmmmm… surprise me." Lucas smiled sleepily. "I want ice cream…" He repeated, bumping Melissa's arm again. "You should get ice cream tooooo…"
"Why should I get ice cream?" Melissa asked softly, running her thumb over his lips. "I didn't get stitches, and you're the one who wants it." She hummed a little, leaning forward to peck his lips.
"Uhm… because ice cream is the best thing ever?" Lucas stuck his tongue out again. "Other than youuuu, of course." He gently poked Melissa's cheek.
Melissa's face grew pink, but she kept up a little smile. "Mm, you're too cute, Lu. Looks like I'll have to share ice cream with you." She hummed softly, kissing his forehead before standing up.
"Goodnight." Lucas waved, smiling softly and clearly pretty confused about what was going on. "Oh, hi dad. When did you get here?" He turned back to Mr. Brennahan, his eyes not quite focused.
