Day 10
Theme: Oops, I Did it Again
Prompt(s): hospital | flare-up | ice chips
Gordon shifted to get himself into a more comfortable position, but froze as the movement sent another spasm up his back. He clenched his teeth as he waited for the pain to pass and took deep breaths, and then the spasms began to settle.
The doctors had given him painkillers and muscle relaxants, but they had yet to kick in. He felt exhausted, but was too uncomfortable to sleep. Not that he felt he could relax in a place like this.
He had just gotten out after being at the hospital for months. He thought he was finally on the road to recovery and making progress. So to end up back there was like a kick to the gut. All his progress felt like it was back to zero and he had to start from the beginning again.
Back in the hospital, all the bad memories from the past few months came back again. It suddenly felt like he had never left. Like the previous weeks had been a dream and now he was waking up to realise he was back where he was before. Doomed to a bed in a room that he would never leave.
He felt tears start to drop from the corners of his eyes as he squeezed them shut. Gordon quickly wiped them away before anyone could see. He just felt so helpless.
When he next opened his eyes, his gaze drifted to the cup of ice chips that someone had left him a little while ago. Although Gordon didn't feel up to eating anything, it would be nice to have something to soothe his throat.
He reached over to the table next to his bed, but it was hard to do so without moving his back too much. His hand stretched as far as it would go and his fingers brushed the rim of the cup. He tried to hook the tips of his fingers over the edge to drag it closer. The cup moved, but before he had a chance to stop it, it slipped out of his fingers and tipped over.
Cubes of ice spilled across the table and the floor. The sight was just another reminder of how helpless he was. He couldn't even pick up a cup.
Gordon didn't want to look at it anymore, and he batted the paper cup and the remaining ice chips inside it off the table and onto the floor.
He bit his tongue to keep in the cry that threatened to escape as the movement jostled his back. Pain flared through his whole body and he held his breath as he waited for it to subside.
It dulled again, a lot quicker than before, which was an indication that the medication was finally starting to work.
Ignoring the pain that moving caused, Gordon turned to lay on his side so his back was facing the door. He knew someone would show up soon, whether it was his family or another medical professional to check on him. Whoever it would be, he didn't want to talk to them and he wanted them to know that.
He just wanted to be left on his own to be miserable. No one else knew what he was going through except for him, so only he could understand what he was feeling. He didn't want anyone to tell him that this was just a small setback and that things would get better, or that he would feel better soon. None of them could know that for sure.
Not only did he feel helpless, but he also felt alone. More tears spilled and this time he didn't bother to wipe them away. It would be pointless anyway, as they would just keep coming.
He looked over to the window on the wall opposite him. He could see the outside world and he wished he could be out there too, instead of stuck in here. It made him feel even worse that there was no way in his current state he would be able to make it that far on his own.
He felt horrible. He was alone and in pain and stuck in the place he hated the most. He just wanted to go home, and forget this ever happened to him.
I am very mean to this boy! I won't stop tho ;)