Dawnstar
No more illusions
As Asher reached out and began to physically examine Felix's chest he just lifted his arms slightly as he would for the doctors or such to make it as easy as possible. Honestly Felix didn't care that much beyond scrunching up his face and very lightly wincing as the teen palpated around the definitely bruised but not broken area. Even though Asher was being a little more forceful than maybe he should in almost pulling the boy closer, Felix kept his cool. Felix had didn't register any hatred or ill intent - I mean both the boys just apologised to each other for fighting so benefit of the doubt as he tried to just be a good patient.
That was when Asher suddenly dropped, that question. Felix clearly tensed up slightly for a moment. A question that obviously did make Felix uncomfortable though he wasn't upset at Asher for asking. The preteen expected it, just it was a emotionally loaded question. Felix actually sitting himself down besides Asher on the bed as he tried to put his thoughts together in one coherent place. "Urm like... You want the short awnser?" Felix inquired for a moment kinda rhetorically. "...Mild encounter directly head on with a forty-ton semitruck head on with a like mid-size family car ploughing with me, my parents and my baby sister just basically-like a week into summer, like a month ago." The boy's voice carried this tone of clearly pained dark-humour, clearly trying to keep himself thinking positive and push back the weight of this situation. Kinda just letting what he said hang in the air for a few moments as he tried to think about what to say next, tried to muster his willpower. Felix as open book as he was clearly and expectedly didn't like talking about this but he wasn't upset, he knew couldn't hide it and didn't plan to. Just.. It hurts; and somehow a lot more emotionally than physically.
"Guess that's not fair. ...My Mom and Dad were arguing about me, Mom had gone all psycho and upset that I was gonna upset her super-preachy grandparents again, Dad was trying to get her to back off and calm down. They stopped watching the road and urm yeah... Dad... gone... Mom's-like in a coma. I was apparently chucked out the back window of the car onto the freeway with tons of glass and other stuff in me. One of the pieces was like right next to my heart and nearly cut some big blood vessel so I had to get just-like cut open fully to get it all out and safe. And had to use these like metal pins to fix something." Felix began to explain his tone growing a little disconnected as he tries to explain though Asher would notice that Felix's voice was wavering a lot more talking about the argument and fight, than it was about any of his own injury. Talking about his Dad in particular there was a lot more pain in his body language than compared to pretty much anything else. "Spent like two weeks in hospital after that and the like another two with an emergency foster because, my grandparents would only take my sister in and not me.. Then I got another few check-ups with the last stitches taken out and then I got sent here... So yeah pretty fresh still? They actually still sting and burn a lot sometimes. " Felix's also perhaps giving Ash context, an explanation to why they apparently hurt the preteen soo much before to sent him into a rage and apparently tears if this is the last snapshot the boy had of his actual family.
Felix tried to shake away some thoughts, pushing them to the back of his head. It was clearly rough to talk about though. "...Don't really care about the scars. I care that Dad's dead, that my family hates me -but like.. They are just scars? Unless it like grosses someone out I don't really care, even then I'm not really gonna cover back up. It's my body not theirs. The scars don't change anything. They're just proof of how lucky I am, I guess.... To still-like be alive. I can't change them, wish they wouldn't like sting and burn sometimes but like there's not gonna be any fixing 'em. Weren't gonna let them stop me enjoying the sun or beach. You know?" Felix responded trying to be pretty upbeat and positive, partly as a reaffirmation, a attempt to settle himself but the words were genuine. The kid having a intense drive to keep going, defiant. His body was his, nobody else's business, and in his world the scars didn't matter. Didn't matter if they were ugly, or whatever. He'd accept a compliment they were cool but even then didn't really matter much, not like he could change them one way or another.
"Sorry that might've been more than you wanted me to explain..." Felix suddenly blinking and realising how lost he got in his own head, trying to put on a brave defiant smile to the pain.
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