I am the Masochist kid!

Mrijev’s head was still tender despite the time since the fight with Inky. But yet, all he could think of was that day and what had happened.
After accidentally kissing Izzy and his strange dream he woke up in a white room. He looked around the room and rested his eyes on someone sitting in a chair, face hidden behind a DS. “Am I in heaven?” questioned Mrijev.
“Nah,” blurted the person, his voice sounded vaguely familiar, Mrijev knew that he had met the person before
“Okay then, where am I?”
“Hospital,”
Mrijev observed his surroundings once more realizing the person was right. “So, how long have I been out?”
“Six,”
“Six,” Mrijev began to get irritated with the boy, “Six what? Minutes? Hours? Days?”
“Months,”
“So you mean to tell me that I have been in a coma for six months?” Mrijev gasped
“Yes,”
“Surely you must be mistaken” Mrijev said not believing what he was hearing. The person chucked and pressed a button on the DS.
“Trust me, I’m not mistaken,” The person folded the game and put it down, “And don’t call me Shirley.”
Mrijev had known he knew the person. Looking over him Mrijev noticed that the boy was slightly shorter than Mrijev, some unknown ethnicity, shorter hair and a color hair just between Mrijev’s and Inky’s. It was Mrijev’s best friend Jag.
“Jag!”
“Mrijev!”
“You know I always did think you lived in a video game!”
“I do” Jag chuckled and put the DS in his pocket.
“So what happened?” Mrijev questioned his friend.
“Well, I finally beat that game I’ve been playing, I’ve accomplished level two on the other one, I also beat my high score on the game I told you abou-“
“To me!” Mrijev ejaculated.
“Oh! Well I don’t know what happened first but I found you laying in a pool of blood, just like that one game where the guy got shot-“
“Jag!”
“My bad! Fine! I called nine-one-one and the ambulance came to save you. They had to fix your skull with a metal plate, and put in some donor blood but other than that the only thing you ever did was sleep. I have been coming over here once a week ever since. Now don’t go to sleep for a couple weeks to make up for how much I’ve suffered for you.”
“Oh, goody, goody, gumdrops!”
“You need to stop saying that, it makes you sound gay!”
“Hey! I’ve been in a coma for six months; I don’t care if I do sound gay!” Mrijev laughed and as Jag talked Mrijev through what had happened Mrijev’s mind wondered. With the mention of sexuality his mind wondered to females, surprised as he was to find the face of someone new to his memory; Izzy. Who was this girl, why had she tried to help him, what is she doing next Saturday night. With that thought Mrijev snapped out of his day dream and listened to Jag.
“-the school is still willing to let you keep grades as though you were in school for that period, but the time is going on your transcript.”
“Well there’s a positive out of this all; free credit!” Both boys laughed and continued to talk until Jag had to leave, seemed he had another game he had to work on. Jag visited every day until Mrijev recovered and was let out of the hospital. Mrijev’s friends didn’t quickly notice him coming back. Perhaps they were still angry at him and his over reaction that day so long ago. For a month Mrijev floated through his life without much communication just constantly thinking about that dark day and what happened.