Comatose Cowboy
Chapter 6 - "The Ballad of Spike Van Winkle"
An immediate smile broke out on Spike's face. Faye thought she might die. She wished a lightning bolt would just fall from the sky and slay her right then, but no celestial help was forthcoming. She just stood there, sheepishly holding the sponge for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally Spike spoke. "Do you have a smoke?" he croaked.
God knows his voice was low to begin with, but add to that the fact that no water had passed his lips for nearly two months. He was only able to rasp out a whisper.
"Wha...Omigod, Spike, you're awake. JET!! Jet, get in here now!" screamed Faye.
She was genuinely startled at first and then glad to see him acting somewhat normally. She was also most dreadfully embarrassed at the same time. What was keeping Jet? The sooner he got in here, the sooner she didn't have to think about the fact that when Spike awoke, her hand had been under the sheet in a pretty compromising position.
Jet burst into the room. "What the..? Jesus, Spike! You're awake! How do you feel?"
As for Spike, he was looking at Faye and Jet as if they were both nuts. What was up with them?
"Have I been asleep long?" he asked.
"Nearly two months, buddy. You had a close call there, Spike. You almost didn't come back from this one."
Jet stood at Spike's bedside, patting his shoulder. He practically wanted to hug the guy, he was so excited. It was such a huge relief to Faye and Jet that Spike could talk that for the longest time, all they could do was just stand and stare at him.
Finally Jet asked again, "How do you feel?"
"Pretty shitty, actually. I have a headache, my throat hurts like hell and my eye isn't working. Did I take a blow to the head?" Spike asked.
"What didn't you have happen to you," Faye answered. "You're luck to be alive."
"I'm sure we can get that eye fixed, once you can walk," Jet said.
"I can walk now," said Spike, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Then he realized he was naked under the sheet. "Where are my clothes?"
"Hold it, now, Spike. You've been down a long time, like I told you. You won't be able to just stand up and walk just like that," Jet advised. "Your legs will need work."
"Just get me some clothes and watch me," Spike retorted. He disconnected his IV's and pulled out the catheter. YIKES! That hurt like a son-of-a- bitch.
Faye went to get him a kimono and then they both left the room to give him some privacy. They went running back in thirty seconds later when they heard a giant THUD coming from inside the room.
Spike was on the floor in a heap, cursing. Jet ran over to help.
"God Dammit, Jet, I can do this myself!" Spike shouted.
He sat there for a while, trying to right himself, when it became clear to him just how out of shape he had become. He laughed a little at himself. He was fucking Rip Van Winkle! He let Jet and Faye help him back onto the bed, determined to try again tomorrow. He would need food, cigarettes, and some barbells tonight, if that were going to happen, he decided. No one was going to keep Spike Spiegel down for long.
Chapter 6 - "The Ballad of Spike Van Winkle"
An immediate smile broke out on Spike's face. Faye thought she might die. She wished a lightning bolt would just fall from the sky and slay her right then, but no celestial help was forthcoming. She just stood there, sheepishly holding the sponge for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally Spike spoke. "Do you have a smoke?" he croaked.
God knows his voice was low to begin with, but add to that the fact that no water had passed his lips for nearly two months. He was only able to rasp out a whisper.
"Wha...Omigod, Spike, you're awake. JET!! Jet, get in here now!" screamed Faye.
She was genuinely startled at first and then glad to see him acting somewhat normally. She was also most dreadfully embarrassed at the same time. What was keeping Jet? The sooner he got in here, the sooner she didn't have to think about the fact that when Spike awoke, her hand had been under the sheet in a pretty compromising position.
Jet burst into the room. "What the..? Jesus, Spike! You're awake! How do you feel?"
As for Spike, he was looking at Faye and Jet as if they were both nuts. What was up with them?
"Have I been asleep long?" he asked.
"Nearly two months, buddy. You had a close call there, Spike. You almost didn't come back from this one."
Jet stood at Spike's bedside, patting his shoulder. He practically wanted to hug the guy, he was so excited. It was such a huge relief to Faye and Jet that Spike could talk that for the longest time, all they could do was just stand and stare at him.
Finally Jet asked again, "How do you feel?"
"Pretty shitty, actually. I have a headache, my throat hurts like hell and my eye isn't working. Did I take a blow to the head?" Spike asked.
"What didn't you have happen to you," Faye answered. "You're luck to be alive."
"I'm sure we can get that eye fixed, once you can walk," Jet said.
"I can walk now," said Spike, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Then he realized he was naked under the sheet. "Where are my clothes?"
"Hold it, now, Spike. You've been down a long time, like I told you. You won't be able to just stand up and walk just like that," Jet advised. "Your legs will need work."
"Just get me some clothes and watch me," Spike retorted. He disconnected his IV's and pulled out the catheter. YIKES! That hurt like a son-of-a- bitch.
Faye went to get him a kimono and then they both left the room to give him some privacy. They went running back in thirty seconds later when they heard a giant THUD coming from inside the room.
Spike was on the floor in a heap, cursing. Jet ran over to help.
"God Dammit, Jet, I can do this myself!" Spike shouted.
He sat there for a while, trying to right himself, when it became clear to him just how out of shape he had become. He laughed a little at himself. He was fucking Rip Van Winkle! He let Jet and Faye help him back onto the bed, determined to try again tomorrow. He would need food, cigarettes, and some barbells tonight, if that were going to happen, he decided. No one was going to keep Spike Spiegel down for long.