Feuilly - Thank you SOOO much for the review! You motivated me to upload this one :)
And yes, I know Gavroche was too polite and too mature, but I'm not really sure how to write it anyways. I suck at culture stuff :(
Thanks again!
Disclaimer : I. Don't. Own. Anything!
"Um, kid? You awake now?" The woman at the door asked after Gavroche's sobs had subsided a bit, and he jumped, yelping with pain again. He cussed silently. The lady looked shocked - looked like she'd just heard something unbelievable. Gavroche frowned; surely she'd heard people swear before? Then it hit him that the lady was dressed real nice and clean. She couldn't have come from the world Gavroche was used to living with. Regardless, he let go of that thought - it was impossible to think at all without feeling really miserable - and absentmindedly tried to sit up. It took all his wit and pride not to scream in pain. Now that he was in a better posture to see, he saw that he was topless, although not counting the heavy amount of bandages that covered him nearly completely anyway. Nevertheless, it made him seriously nervous. He blushed and pulled the sheets closer, wincing in the process. It hurt to move.
"Ouch! 'Oo are you? And mind telling me why and 'ow the 'ell I'm alive?" The lady was dressed in pure white also, and it was starting to get seriously annoying to see one color all day.
She winced again at his language. "I'm a nurse. Don't tell me how you lived, because although there were no serious wounds, the blood loss would have made you dead. It's a miracle that you're alive; you just got a blood transfusion in time." She snapped, and started writing on a clipboard she had. "And you didn't lose more than you should have, what with your leg and everything…."
"Wha' 'bout me leg?" But even as the gamin spoke, he noticed that his leg was in a cast, and even that was covered in dry blood. He tried lifting it gingerly. Aside from the stabbing pain from his pelvis, he also felt a numbed pain, a different kind from his other wounds, a kind that felt weird. A kind of pain that made him feel like half his leg will fall off any second. It was probably broken, and Gavroche grimaced from the pain as he laid it down again. "Broken, is it?"
"Oh, yes. It's nothing serious, but it'll keep you paralyzed for awhile. Anyway, there's someone who wants to see you, so why don't you stay still here." The lady exited the room, apparently trying to be dramatic in the way she swiped her hair so that it flew around, but it merely resulted in covering her vision until she bumped into the doorframe, causing the nurse to exit from the room with a crimson face. Gavroche was really disgruntled now. Usually, this kind of behavior from his surrounding people would have let him enter an involuntary fit of laughter - this time; he couldn't even force the smallest smile. The world was a bit harsh for a tiny kid like him. No friends left, a family that treated him like complete scum, oh, and trapped in a hospital, hardly able to move.
I know it's short, but I wanted to keep this as a separate chapter, and leave the next one to the element of surprise.
R&R PLEASE! it's the only way to improvement!
