Author's Note: OK, so here's Chapter 2! I've got Chapters 3 and 4 already finished and Chapter 5 is in the works as we speak! So without further ado, ENJOY YO!
Fever
Ch. 2
"The surgery went through fine, but we had some problems," a voice said somewhere in the black haze of his mind.
"The anesthesiologist gave him too much because he started to moan and it might have caused either a permanent coma or brain damage. If he does wake up, which is highly unlikely, he will be permanently impaired," the voice paused, apparently waiting for someone to answer.
"Is it gone?" another voice said softly. He could barely hear them, but noticed that the voice sounded tired and worn, yet young.
"Actually, it was all fragments. The blade itself went right through him, but as it was removed, it shattered. A few of the fragments lodged themselves in his spine and severed a few nerves. We managed to reconnect them, but we're not sure if they're functional. If he does pull through, he might be able to use his arms, but anything below the waist didn't stand a chance," the voice said and paused again. There was no response from the softer voice. After about a minute, he felt someone touch his hand. The hand was soft and delicate and he could feel the long nails brush against his palm as they took his hand. Then he smelled it, that kiwi coco smell. It was her! Before he could react though, the hand was gone and he could hear the soft Click of the door as it closed behind the voice and his savior.
"This so fucking blows," he thought as he lied there staring at nothing.
"I have no idea how long I've been here and that damn doctor lied! I can't move shit," he said hoarsely. He couldn't speak very loud because he just had his breathing tube removed and because he didn't want anyone to hear him. Every time a doctor, a nurse, or just some random person turned that knob, he would close his eyes and play "dead" until he was sure they were gone. He just didn't want to be bothered by anyone or anything. To be left alone to wallow in his own misery and pain was all he wanted, but he didn't know why.
"Maybe it would be better if I did just die," he thought as he closed his eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Soon enough though, it seemed as if he would get his wish.
It felt as if his whole body was on fire, and the right side of his chest, just below his 2nd rib, felt as if someone had taken a sledge hammer to it, repeatedly. When he was granted a moments consciousness, he could hear the gargled voices of the doctor ordering some people to put ice on him as fast as possible. His fever had reached 105.7o. After that, he remembered nothing and fell into a fever induced coma.