Another chapter...I've just been inspired lately....;^)
Disclaimer: Don't own HA!, duh, what did you think????
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Drifting in and out of consiousness, Arnold felt the pain of surgery. He also slightly recalled being moved on a gurney to another room. Whatever medication they had given him was definitely taking a toll on his body. It was making him nauseaous, drowsy, and confused. Later that night, after moving him, he heard someone come into his room, he heard their voices.
You can stay with him tonight, make sure he's comfortable if he wakes up. Any problems, and you ring for the doctor or nurse. You have been assigned to him for as long as he stays here. You've been a bed-side nurse to someone before, so you know how it goes, a woman's voice whispered.
Yeah, I know what to do, thanks Sue, replied the other voice.
Arnold realized that this voice was very familiar. Comfortably familiar. He tried to turn his body, but felt he couldn't move it. He couldn't even open his eyes. Trying to put the voice to a face, he slowly drifted off to sleep. He heard a door shut softly and then the familiar voice whispered again.
Oh Arnold, it hurts me to see you like this...
Then silence.
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The sunlight filtered in through the old, peeling blinds and fell across his face. He slowly opened his eyes to the morning sun. Glancing around the quiet hospital room, his eyes widened as he remembered the events of yesterday. He tried to sit up quickly but stopped as the bolt of pain ran through his legs and up his back.
he yelled, quickly laying back down. He realized that he also couldn't move his arms or all the iv's would come out.
Where am I? he thought, looking around the room. It took him a few seconds before it registered that he was in a hospital room. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. Suddenly the door opened and in walked his grandparents.
Oh Kimba, we were so worried about you! his Grandma exclaimed, reaching down to hug him.
Same ol' Grandma,' Arnold thought smiling. I'm okay...I guess.
His Grandpa walked over to him. That was some accident yesterday short-man, thank God your alive!
What happened, exactly? Arnold asked. Most of what happened yesterday was a blur to him.
Well Gerald told us most of what happened. After you left Lila's party, you must of walked into the street without looking. A truck hit you, and Gerald had Phoebe run in and call 9-1-1 while he stayed with you. He had Harold and Stinky make sure no more cars came, and well, that's about it, Grandpa explained.
Where is Gerald? Arnold asked.
We had him and Phoebe go on home, they had been here all night and we didn't know when you'd wake up, Grandpa said.
Arnold sighed, Well, what happened to me? he asked, gesturing towards his body. His right leg was up in a sling while his other leg was wrapped in what appeared to be a brace. His chest was also wrapped up and his left arm was in a cast. He wondered how many bones he had broken.
Well, the doctors say it's not good, his Grandpa sighed, Anymore bones broken and you could've been in a coma. You were lucky Arnold.
This is luck? Arnold thought looking at his broken body.
The doctors said you broke your right leg, fractured your left one, cracked two ribs, and broke your left arm. All in all, you got out easier than expected.
Arnold sighed, he felt like everything had gone wrong. This was probably the worst thing to happen to him now. He had a job, a girlfriend, good friends, and a month before summer vacation. How long would he be in here?
Well, anyway, we best leave you here to rest. The doctor said not to visit long. He doesn't want you too stressed, your bones may not heal properly. Come on Pookie, Grandpa said, standing up and starting toward the door, Goodbye Arnold, we'll visit you tommorrow.
Goodbye Kimba, Grandma said, kissing Arnold's forehead.
Bye Grandma, bye Grandpa, Arnold replied, wishing someone would stay to talk to him. He waved his good arm as they walked out the door. Lying back down against the tough hospital pillow, he sighed. He wasn't tired, and he wasn't in any pain at the moment, what was he going to do with all this free time? He also wondered what time it was. Pulling himself up carefully, making sure not to bend his chest, he looked over at the digital clock next to his bed, 12:22. His stomach growled and he wondered if he was going to be served lunch soon. He settled back down against the pillow and closed his eyes. Almost instantly the door opened. Being in a comforable position, he decided to act as if he was asleep. He didn't really want to talk to any of the hospital staff. He listened as a cart was rolled across the floor next to his bed. Listening to the clinks and clanks of what sounded like dishes being moved, he slowly opened his eyes. Instantly his eyes widened in recognition.
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As I've said before, I LOVE cliffies, it pisses people off so much...hehehehe...I'm evil....;^) I'll update soon, I promise!!!! This story has been so fun to write so far, so tell me what YOU think, thanx!
