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"What do you mean you're at a hospital?" Wilt almost yelled into the phone. "In ITALY!?"
"We went skiing yesterday. A goodwill gesture from our sister-company…" Mac hissed in a low tone before he continued. His leg felt like it was on fire. "At the end of the day, I decided to do one last trip down the mountain. You know how the story goes…"
"What happened?"
"I was tired, shouldn't have decided on that last ride. I was making a left turn, and my right leg just caved in…" Mac took a deep breath, swallowing down the pain. "When I finally stopped sliding, my kneecap was on the wrong side of my knee and I had about two extra joints in my leg."
"Oh, snap!"
Mac almost chuckled. "Well, I guess that was the exact sound my leg made…"
"Aw, man! It sounds horrible!"
"It's not pleasant." Mac looked down at his leg, metal rods linked between bolts drilled into the pieces of his femur. The part of the bone which had been too damaged to repair had been replaced by a 3D printed bio graft, curtesy DXS. "But I'll be fine… But I'll need a few surgeries before that. I've got two left before I can travel back to LA…"
"So, when are you coming home?"
"Sometime next week at best…"
"Okay…" Wilt sighed into the phone. "Hey man, I hope you're alright. That your leg doesn't hurt too much…"
"It doesn't." Mac lied, the good people at the hospital had pumped him up with painkillers, but his leg still hurt like a bitch.
"Aaaand I know you're lying…"
"What? No! I don't!"
"Mac, I've known you for almost 20 years… I mean, we learned how to eat spaghetti together…" Wilt rolled his eyes, "I know when you're lying, and I know when you're in pain… And you're doing both right now…"
Mac couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips. If Wilt only knew all his secrets…
"Alright, you win… It does hurt…"
"Just wait 'til you get back here, I'm gonna go all mother hen on you!"
"Mother hen?" Mac chuckled.
"Well, you know…" Wilt shrugged, "I'm gonna make sure my Bro is alright!"
"Okay, but you know… I won't be helpless… I can take care of myself…"
"Whatever man, what do you want to eat when you come home?"
"Huh?"
"You know like parents make you chicken soup or something when you're sick?" Wilt waited a short second before he asked again, "What do you want to eat when you get back home?"
"Look, I really don't want to think about food right now… Okay?"
"Okay…" Wilt cleared his throat, "Just, get better. Please…"
"I will…" Mac yawned into the phone, "But hey, it's late here… And I'm tired, so could I call you another day?"
"Sure, you just concentrate on healing!"
"Yeah, I will… Okay, bye!"
"Bye!"
Mac hung up the phone, and placed it on his nightstand. Well, at least Wilt knew he was hurt now… Mac couldn't help but feel guilty for lying to one of his oldest friends like that, but it was in the job description…
He grimaced as a wave of pain rolled through his leg. This was not going to be any fun the foreseeable future.
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There was soft tapping on the door, like when someone wanted to know if they could enter or if the person on the other side was asleep.
"Yeah? Come in…"
Jack entered the room, carefully balancing on a pair of crutches. His tongue was sticking out between his lips as he concentrated on keeping his balance.
"You look utterly helpless!" Mac stated with a grin, "You're trying to make me feel better or something?"
Jack stopped dead in his tracks, and glared up at Mac. "I've never had to use crutches before, okay?"
"You're kidding me, right?"
Jack shook his head and hobbled another few unsteady steps. "No, I'm serious… I've broken a couple of bones through the years, but that has been arms or ribs…"
"Never twisted an ankle bad enough either?"
Jack shook his head.
"Well, you should have someone teach you to use those before you hurt yourself even worse…" Mac commented with a concerned voice.
"You know, I'd flip you off… But I'm generally afraid that I would fall flat on my face if I tried…" Jack answered unamused.
"How long do you have to use those?"
"Just until it doesn't hurt as bad. A month, tops."
Mac nodded, feeling a pang of envy. But then he looked at Jack trying to juggle his crutches, and his level of envy sank a couple of degrees again. At least he knew how to use crutches, you know… When he was allowed to use crutches at all…
"How's the leg?" Mac looked up to find concerned brown eyes looking back at him.
"I'm hoping that it will stop hurting as much soon…" Mac revealed, "How's the… ehmm…"
"Sore." Jack answered shortly, not wanting to elaborate the subject.
"I bet."
"Yeah…" Jack frowned, "I sure hope I won't have to SIT on the plane back to California."
"Wait, are you leaving now?"
Jack shook his head, "No, I'm waiting for you. But I still don't hope I have to sit during the flight…"
Mac smiled, "Yeah, let's hope for some beds or something…"
Jack nodded. "Speaking of bed… I'm both tired and exhausted, I should find my own bed…"
"That sounds like a great idea, sleep well!"
"You too, buddy!"
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Well, I hope I made you laugh, or at least smile a bit. I thought I had to lighten the mood a bit. Just a bit though…
And I feel like Jack would be one of those guys who's constantly injured, but by some unholy reason have avoided something as common as using crutches. Sorry, I had the image in my mind… I had to show it to you…
And Wilt thinking he knows everything there is to know about Mac… (Yeah… No honey, you don't… Sorry…)
Okay I hope you liked this basically pointless chapter too.