Authors Note;
Hey, so I'm Australian so I apologies if my representation of hospitals are different to that of a hospital in Montana. Any who, Enjoy
My chest was not happy. I guess it wouldn't be when you jump from a second story building.
So I lie here in my attached hospital bed listening to the soothing breaths of my shaky breath.
Lissa had come in earlier and helped me build a fort so I could secretly watch dance moms the judgmental look of the old lady that I shared my room with. Between us we may have borrowed a few pillows from the patients through the ward.
I heard the footsteps of my nurse enter my room.
"Before you check my vitals you need to win a fight against me. " I joked from with in my fort.
He just laughed, a low chuckle. And just removed the pillow from around my face.
"Not right now, maybe later okay. " He had an accent that was defiantly not from around here.
"So where you from?" I crocked out
"Bia, it's a small town."
"In..?"
"Russia. You know for someone who's recovering from a few Brocken ribs you talk a lot.
"You know, someone's got to keep the conversation going comrade" I laughed.
"Alright I be back again in 5 hours to swap your IV. Rest."
And he left silently. So I took his advice and tried to sleep. But fuck it's difficult to sleep with a few broken ribs.
I was woken up after a few hours.
"Fight me mate." I joked and started to laugh though the laughing brought coughing and coughing brought a butt tone of pain.
"Breath through it. Find your breath. " He called removing the pillows from around the bed.
The doctor rushed in and added pain killers to my drip.
By the time I could finally breathe right, the nurse had come back with my lunch.
"Don't you go home at some point in the day?" I croaked.
"I finished 1/2 hour ago and realise I still owed you a fight though I can't fight someone when I know I could win. So I though I should just bring you your lunch."
"I could of taken you."
"You were coughing your lung out." He had a tiny smile growing.
"Hey!" Lissa called entering the room.
"Goodbye. Get some rest." The nurse told me leaving the room.
"That was weird. You've got a creepy nurse." She joked, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Okay though I brought you more DVDs, along with your favorite."
"You didn't did you."
"Yes I did, now move over Barbie got a school to save." She told me.
I scooted over in the bed, it was a huge bed that we both fit. It helped that Lissa was pretty thin. I pulled the table towards us with my laptop on top.
"Why are these movies so good?" I croaked.
"Because barbie is a visionary and the movies are so bad they're good."
The movie wasn't anywhere near good but it was better than hearing my breath.
"So that creepy nurse. Do you think he's cute?" Lissa questioned.
"Lis there is more the a guy than his face. Like why else would you and Christian still be a thing?"
"Rude. But don't ignore the question."
" He helped me when I was coughing up my lungs with spit all over my face. He probably thinks I'm gross."
"No Rose, your always beautiful."
"Lissa. Stop trying to set me up with everyone I meet. Please he's just a nurse who I've seen like twice."
"Fine. I just have to live without cute double dates with my best friend."
The two of us lay together on my bed for another few movies. Lissa was moved by one of the other nurses when they came in to change my IV.
She finally left or well was kicked out at 10:00 by the head nurse. So I went back t trying to sleep though the problem was I could not get comfortable. No matter how I tried to sleep soothing would resist weather it was the tube now stuck in my inner elbow or how my chest was strapped.
Until, my body finally gave in and fell asleep.
I awoke to the Russian nurse standing in front of me with a cup of coffee.
"Good morning." I gasped.
" I though you could use a pick me up." He smiled.
"You don't also have any donuts do you. Because you know a true balanced breakfast needs solids."
"Sorry no I didn't pick up any donuts, though I think breakfast will be coming around in a hour or two." He replied handing me the cup.
I went to reach for the cup with my left hand only to realise, it was attached to a metal pole.
"Fa-ck" I called through my teeth so I couldn't wake up my roommate.
"Well that makes my job a little easier. I'm here to replace that. Would you mind sitting back in you bed so I can replace the needle." He chuckled.
"You know, that's possibly the most I've heard you talk."
"I find it easier to work in the quiet." He shrugged.
He effortless found another vain to place a fresh needle in attached it to my baggy thingy. And left the room. I picked up the coffee cup and noticed that it wasn't just a plan cup. Written on the side of the cup were a few Scribbly words and a set of numbers.
- Dimitri, call me?