Freak-Personal Narrative

It’s been a couple of days since Freak was attended to the hospital. I kept trying to get in and see him, but the doctors say that he needs to be alone to get his rest. I overheard the doctors talking about his health, and they say he doesn't have long to live. They say he has maybe a week at most, and I couldn't have felt worst about it.
I’ve been mostly alone since I heard Freak doesn’t have that much time. I’ve been hiding in the down under just to get away from life at this point. All I could think about was Freaks and his genius little brain, rotting away in his hospital bed. Meanwhile I’m just laying under my bed with my big dumb brain that’s in perfect condition. That’s when it hit me, and that’s how that whole thing started. I started to think about how I could help Freak out of this mess. I know for sure that they’re not actually going to put Freak into a robot body. But I know that I can find another way to save him, just like what he did for me. I started to think, and think and think, but nothing came to me. My mind was a blank slate, even though I need now in the worst moment. Once again, I found myself useless, even when Freak needed me the most. Again and again and again I kept being told that I’m useless, by everyone around me, and myself. But there’s one person in the whole universe
It took me a little longer to get home considering I was still a little bit nauseous from the faint.I decided to take a break from the world (and thinking) to just go into the down under, and become nothing. It usually takes me a couple minutes to float off into my head, but today, I went there as soon as I was under my bed. I haven't been off in my own head for awhile (ever since I had met Freak), but it should’ve taken longer to get there. I was thinking that it must of been my stress of Freak and myself getting to