"Carey!" Irene shrieked as she saw her son on the floor attempting to sit up using his good arm. His fingers had cracked against the wall while the rest of his arm was slammed against the wall with the force of his body and the momentum of the bus. His wrist had been bent at a bad angle and his lower arm was bent so that there was no space between his wrist and shoulder. Irene gathered her footing and kneeled by her son to help him get up and sit on the couch.
Ned pulled the bus over and left the driver's seat to see what had upset Irene.
"Is everyone okay?" Molly asked as she came rushing out of Fi's room followed by Fi and Jack. "Oh my god, Carey what happened?" They froze and stood back by the table.
"I was thrown from the couch and rolled into that wall." His voice shook with painful gasps.
"It's okay sweetie, we're going to get you to a hospital." Irene comforted her son. She stood up from the couch and walked over to the cooler of drinks to find ice for his arm. "Just keep it still." She found they had no ice anywhere on the bus.
"Ned you stay with him, I'll drive the bus. We're almost to Boston anyway." Molly said gently to Ned as he tried to keep Carey still.
"Okay Molly." Ned replied. He felt helpless. All they could for Carey while he was in such pain was sit there. The bus started up and they were on their way.
"Is there anything we can do?" Fi asked feebly. She felt so bad for Carey. Even most people tortured by evil spirits never had to have their arms bent into such positions.
"You two go make sure that the lower bunk has lots of pillows and blankets. We'll have to have to keep him there while we try to get to a hospital."
"Okay, come on Fi." Jack tapped his sister and led her back to the bedroom.
"This time no fighting me about the bed thing Carey." Irene spoke in jokes out of fear. Her poor little baby boy was hurt.
"I wont Mom." Carey's voice shook with tears that needed to be shed. He had never hurt this much before in his life.
"Oh sweetie..." Irene walked over and held her son. He began to cry as she let his head fall on her shoulder. She sat on his right side to avoid his injured arm and helped him stand up. Ned took over and guided his son back to the room he and Jack shared.
"It's all set up Ned." Jack said as he and Fi left the room and stood in the doorway of Fi's room.
"Thanks guys." Ned replied as he helped the slumped Carey who tried desperately to clutch at his injured arm over to the bed. Carey's tears were now falling silently as he tenderly lay on the bed. "Do you want anything Carey? Something to drink or beat up?" Ned laughed at his own attempt at a joke.
"I'll be okay Dad, I hope. I just want to get somewhere they can give me some drugs or something." Carey laughed through his teary face.
"Okay son, you want me to keep you company?"
"It's okay Dad. Go help Miss P and Mom find a hospital, remember what happened when you let them navigate the last tour spot?"
"How can I forget? They drove us 50 miles in the wrong direction before I realized that signs for Canada are not a good thing when you want to be in Texas."
"How about we hang with you for a while Carey? Or would you rather be alone?" Fi asked from the doorway where she and Jack had stood for a while.
"As long as you promise to help me forget this pain." Carey joked. The two came into the room. Fi sat on the end of the bed while Jack took the single chair.
"I'll tell you some jokes, okay Carey? These two guys walk into a bar and..." Jack's voice faded as Ned walked out into the main room where Irene was checking the Massachusetts map for Molly.
"How is he Ned?" Irene asked anxiously.
"Well he needs to see a doctor, no question." Ned replied.
"We found our there's a hospital in the next large town about 20 miles from where we are now. Blessed be the wonderful information people."
"That's not so bad but he's in a lot of pain. Jack and Fi are trying to keep him distracted back there."
"With my driving Ned, we'll be there in no time." Molly said from her place at the wheel.
"Be careful, we don't want to have more reasons to be at the hospital." Ned joked at her.
Ned pulled the bus over and left the driver's seat to see what had upset Irene.
"Is everyone okay?" Molly asked as she came rushing out of Fi's room followed by Fi and Jack. "Oh my god, Carey what happened?" They froze and stood back by the table.
"I was thrown from the couch and rolled into that wall." His voice shook with painful gasps.
"It's okay sweetie, we're going to get you to a hospital." Irene comforted her son. She stood up from the couch and walked over to the cooler of drinks to find ice for his arm. "Just keep it still." She found they had no ice anywhere on the bus.
"Ned you stay with him, I'll drive the bus. We're almost to Boston anyway." Molly said gently to Ned as he tried to keep Carey still.
"Okay Molly." Ned replied. He felt helpless. All they could for Carey while he was in such pain was sit there. The bus started up and they were on their way.
"Is there anything we can do?" Fi asked feebly. She felt so bad for Carey. Even most people tortured by evil spirits never had to have their arms bent into such positions.
"You two go make sure that the lower bunk has lots of pillows and blankets. We'll have to have to keep him there while we try to get to a hospital."
"Okay, come on Fi." Jack tapped his sister and led her back to the bedroom.
"This time no fighting me about the bed thing Carey." Irene spoke in jokes out of fear. Her poor little baby boy was hurt.
"I wont Mom." Carey's voice shook with tears that needed to be shed. He had never hurt this much before in his life.
"Oh sweetie..." Irene walked over and held her son. He began to cry as she let his head fall on her shoulder. She sat on his right side to avoid his injured arm and helped him stand up. Ned took over and guided his son back to the room he and Jack shared.
"It's all set up Ned." Jack said as he and Fi left the room and stood in the doorway of Fi's room.
"Thanks guys." Ned replied as he helped the slumped Carey who tried desperately to clutch at his injured arm over to the bed. Carey's tears were now falling silently as he tenderly lay on the bed. "Do you want anything Carey? Something to drink or beat up?" Ned laughed at his own attempt at a joke.
"I'll be okay Dad, I hope. I just want to get somewhere they can give me some drugs or something." Carey laughed through his teary face.
"Okay son, you want me to keep you company?"
"It's okay Dad. Go help Miss P and Mom find a hospital, remember what happened when you let them navigate the last tour spot?"
"How can I forget? They drove us 50 miles in the wrong direction before I realized that signs for Canada are not a good thing when you want to be in Texas."
"How about we hang with you for a while Carey? Or would you rather be alone?" Fi asked from the doorway where she and Jack had stood for a while.
"As long as you promise to help me forget this pain." Carey joked. The two came into the room. Fi sat on the end of the bed while Jack took the single chair.
"I'll tell you some jokes, okay Carey? These two guys walk into a bar and..." Jack's voice faded as Ned walked out into the main room where Irene was checking the Massachusetts map for Molly.
"How is he Ned?" Irene asked anxiously.
"Well he needs to see a doctor, no question." Ned replied.
"We found our there's a hospital in the next large town about 20 miles from where we are now. Blessed be the wonderful information people."
"That's not so bad but he's in a lot of pain. Jack and Fi are trying to keep him distracted back there."
"With my driving Ned, we'll be there in no time." Molly said from her place at the wheel.
"Be careful, we don't want to have more reasons to be at the hospital." Ned joked at her.