Owe You One - A Tobuscus Fanfic - PART 3
by ~Sashasalsa13
BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…
I didn't have to open my eyes to know where I was. I'd seen enough Grey's Anatomy to know that sound pretty damn well. I tried to open them, anyways, and got an unpleasant brightness beaming in my face. After squinting at the ceiling for a few minutes, I let my head fall to the side.
"Wait…" I murmured to myself, I can hear the beeping! Thank God I'm not deaf.
You'd think a billion things would be going through my head, but the first thing I thought of was: Why am I wearing a paper gown? Where's my Thunder Thursday shirt! Oh my God, it has a hole at the hip and blood stains all over it now, doesn't it? Shit!
I thought I'd try sitting up. Yep, pain. LOTS of pain. I couldn't help myself: I lifted my sheets and my gown to see the condition of my wound. There was seven stitches and it looked pretty clean. Not too gross. I let my right leg hang out of the bed and tried sitting up again. Yes, there was pain, but it was mild. I mean, not paper-cut mild, but more like, ripped-tendon mild, as opposed to the ripping-flesh-off-my-own-body pain that I was experiencing before. When I got my torso to be completely vertical, I noticed something at the foot of my bed. My vision was still kind of blurry, so it just looked like a black blog at first. I reached out to pick it up, and gasped when I touched it. Suddenly, I didn't care about the pain. It was my Thunder Thursday shirt. A gray ladies' tee with TOBUSCUS across the bust. There was no bullet hole. There was no blood stains. It was a fresh shirt. And every inch of the thing had been written on in a black Sharpie. It said things like,
"You are so loved." And,
"Please feel better soon."
But most importantly, it was covered in Toby's signature. He had ran home to get me a new shirt, wrote all over it, folded it up, and put it at the foot at my bed. Is he legitimately perfect, or what? Wait…how long was I asleep for?