After the Crash

JEREMY'S POV

Once there was a boy, the nurses hovered over his stretcher as he was wheeled into the special hospital by the police and they pointed at him and whispered things from afar like he carried a contagion.

They were scared of him.

“You heard about his case too, right…” The voices buzzed around him.

“Do you think he's alright?” One of them, a female asked with worried lips.

“The police think he killed them.” Another responded.

“All of them?”

“That's what they're saying.” The voices whispered in hushed tones but the boy wasn't deaf. He could hear them and he heard them, loud and clear.

Now, there was a horde of doctors and nurses peering down at the boy and he wanted to gouge their eyes out but his hands were restrained.

His eyes snapped to the left, then the right and he realized his arms were bound by leather straps. He struggled against the bonds but they didn't let up.

He tried to slide his hands out using his blood as a lubricant but it wasn't enough so he began