Patient X - Part 3

"Oi, Ginger! Heard you had fun in 'ospital, didn't yah?" It was typical of the school bully, Tommy, to pick on Jamie because of his ginger hair. After the short conversation with Rebecca, Jamie hadd stayed in hospital for another few days, before returing to school to catch up with work. It was as if nothing had ever happened. As if he had never been hit by the...car....
"Ginger, I'm talking to you!"
However intent Tommy was to get Jamies spirits down, it was never going to happen.
"Ginger!"
'Just keep walking', Jamie told himself. It was the end of the day and he just wanted to get home. Back to his parents, back to his games, back to his old life.
"You shouldn't 'ave kept me waiting!"
Jamie twisted around before he finally fell to the floor. Tommy had punched him in the face with such ferocity, his nose seemed to be broken and was bleeding badly. Why couldn't he just be left alone?
"What was that for?", Jamie yelled.
"You deserved it, after" Tommy kicked Jamie in the stomach "...that bloody Race." Picking himself up, Jamie pondered this reply.

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"Mum! Dad! I'm home!" No answer. On the walk back from school, Jamie had cleaned up his nose. It wasn't broken, just badly swollen. He'd also need to change his shirt later. Flecks of blood and vomit would be an obvious sign of a fight.
"Mum?"
No answer.
"Dad?"
Still no answer.
Jamie checked first his downstairs room, then upstairs where his mum and dad sleeped. He had never thought to himself about the rooms, their varying sizes and furniture, the different colours ranging from Red to Purple. Checking his bedroom door, he found a note. Reading it, he finally worked out why there was no answer:

'Dear Jamie,'

'We decided to leave you this note, just incase you wondered where we are. I am afraid to say that we have taken a small holiday, not that long, just a few weeks. We stayed with you in hospital, but we passed away on holiday after a few days of no recovery. When we heard that you had woken up, we were overjoyed. I'm afraid we won't be back in time to take you from school, so you will have to walk. We should be back by the 16th July.'

Obivously a note from his mother, but not in her hand. Maybe his dad had written it, but it wasn't in his pen. It also carried a strange, hygenic smell Jamie had smelt before, but he didn't know where from. Putting that aside, he reread the note again and again, trying to grasp some knowledge from it. His parents had always spoken about a holiday, but not for so long. Leaving him behind would save money and his wouldn't exactly have been able to enjoy it.
"The 16th of July! That's tomorrow!" Jamie exclaimed. He was on his own until then. After a few hours of work, he finally went to bed, struggling to sleep as he was so excited.

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Not bothering to face school and Tommy, Jamie had stayed at home. He had also overslept, as it was about 2 o'clock anyway. *Knock Knock* Someone was at the door! It had to be his parents! Pulling clothes on over his nightwear, he rushed downstairs to the front door.
"Mum! It's so great to..." he trailed off. It wasn't his parents at all. It was Rebecca.
"Ahh, Jamie, I thought you would be here. Do you know how to make tea? We need to have a long discussion about current issues."

TO BE CONTINUED