Love, Pain, and Wings-Chapter 55
By MyNameIsCAB
"Today's your big day," Dr. Jacobs joked.
Today was the day Fang was going to be discharged and he would finally be able to go home. The doctor wrote out a prescription for Fang's pain meds and had a wheelchair waiting already.
"Looks like you're ready to go," Dr. Jacobs smiled, handing Mom the prescription. "You should probably stop somewhere to get that filled before going home. I've already given Nick his dose and it should last until dinner. He'll need to come back so I can assess his knee, but a week or too at home first. Call me if you have any questions of concerns."
"Okay, thank you Dr. Jacobs," Mom smiled back.
"No problem," the doctor answered.
After Fang changed out of his hospital gowns, we got him into the wheelchair and pushed him out. While Fang's medical bill might be thousands of dollars, seeing him smile at me as we got outside was totally priceless.
We got Fang's prescription filled and then headed home. Everyone seemed happy to see him. I guess I hadn't been home a lot either, because Angel was clinging onto me as soon as I walked in the door.
"Hey, where's Ig?" I asked.
"Cooking dinner," Gazzy answered.
"What's he cooking?" Fang asked, sounding interested.
"Steak," Gazzy answered. "On the barbeque."
Originally, we were going to eat outside, but it began to rain, and our little family gathering felt sort of ruined. But Iggy stood in the rain, still grilling the food. He came in soak and wet with the onions, smiling proudly.
"Max…Umm…"
I looked up at Fang from my food.
"I can't…cut my food," Fang seemed a little hesitant to ask for my help.
Picking up his steak knife, I cut his steak into pieces and poured him some soda. I forgot that the only time he was supposed to use his shoulder was to exercise it once every day, which Dr. Jacobs had done already before he was discharged.
Fang was awkward using his left hand. Eventually, he got the hang of picking up stuff with his fork. He practically inhaled the food though. I guess hospital food wasn't very filling.
"Ig, this is really good," Fang said between mouthfuls.
"Jeez, slow down," Nudge rolled her eyes. "Or there isn't gonna be any left for me."
Of course, we all couldn't help but laugh at Nudge's exasperated look.
After the food was all gone, Mom and Gazzy cleaned the dishes. The rest of us were headed to bed. Fang sat at the table, staring at the pill sitting in his hand.
"I hate swallowing," he muttered, still staring at it.
"You're going to have to unless you want to be in pain all night," I commented, bringing some plates to the sink.
Fang put it in his mouth and swallowed with the last of his soda.
I had to get Fang extra pillows so he wouldn't roll around on the bed and hurt himself. Eventually, we propped a bunch of pillows up behind him and on his right side. I figured he wouldn't roll onto me.
"I'd be better off sleeping in that recliner," Fang muttered, turning to face me. With only his left hand, he somehow managed to undo some of the buttons on the shirt I was wearing, which as always, belonged to him.
"We don't fit on the recliner," I responded, turning off the lights once his hand had moved away from me.
"That's true," he sighed.
I woke up the next morning, Fang already awake frowning at some hand held video game system that was on his nightstand along with his pills.
"You should try it with one hand," I said.
He looked at me. "I'd like to see you try too."
Slowly, Fang adjusted his position in bed, trying not to move his knee or shoulder too much. The sling ended up getting caught on one of the pillows, so he gave up on trying to get comfortable and sighed.
"Jeb is so lucky he's been arrested," Fang muttered, hitting the pillow to his right off the bed. "Because otherwise I'd go kick his butt right now, even if it meant getting more hurt."
I think Fang was just exasperated that he couldn't do anything. Pretty much he was stuck with no mobility except when someone pushed him around in a wheelchair and his left arm and right leg. I watched as he rubbed his chest. He had a strained expression on his face, but he didn't say anything.
Fang lay on the couch, trying to exercise his shoulder. He grimacing, his arm bent, he held it up a little and then repeated.
"Whatchya doing?" Nudge asked Fang as she walked into the room.
"Strengthening my shoulder," Fang answered.
"So Jeb dislocated it?" she asked, sitting in the other armchair.
"Yea," Fang said, sounding half ashamed and half annoyed.
"You know now that your shoulder's been dislocated, you have a like a fifty percent chance of dislocating it again since all the tendons and muscles have been damaged?" Nudge questioned Fang.
Fang stopped moving his arm, as his hand shot up to his chest and he let out a grunt of pain. His eyes remained closed. "Thanks Nudge, why don't you just pull it out again?!"
Nudge frowned at Fang. "Jeez, Fang. Why you gotta be that way?"
"Fang," I sighed.
He grabbed his sling and put it back on, obviously done now that his anger was building up.
"Just leave me alone," Fang muttered, closing his eyes again.
I exchanged glances with Nudge. After a moment, she sighed a got up and left. I started to follow after her.
"Where are you going?" Fang asked.
"Leaving you alone," I answered.
He gave me a questioning look.
"Fang, if you're going to be mad at everyone but me, that's not fair to them," I told him. "You wanna be left alone, that's why I'm leaving you alone."
"Max…I'm sorry," Fang said.
I pushed his wheelchair next to the couch. "C'mon."
After helping him in, I pushed him back to his room.
Eventually, he fell asleep.
Yeah, i know I've gotten a lot of comments about Fang's super healing ability...I guess I sorta forgot about it as I got carried away with the story. Yeah, so anyway I'm sorry about that. I hope it doesn't bother all of you too much. I'll keep that in mind for next time...but this will all fit into the future of the story anyway. Thanks!
