Adam's POV
Have you ever wondered why when you go to the hospital you can be there for hours but only spend maybe ten m minutes with a doctor? When we went into the ER that day it was pretty much the same, and hour and a half in the waiting room, then another two in the examination room. When the doctor finally entered the room, he looked like he was no more then two years older then me. That didn't make me feel all that safe. Though I never really feel safe in the hospital, basically because if I'm there it means time out of hockey. I have two big fears one the doctor's office and two small spaces. I'm claustrophobic too boot, so the itty-bitty room they make you sit in, in anticipation for the doctor had me at wits end.
"Adam Banks?" The doctor walked in holding my x-ray in his hand.
"Yeah." I nodded, hearing a slight snort behind me and could tell Charlie had just about fallen asleep on the chair he was sitting in, while we'd been waiting.
"Hey, are you Taylor Banks' little brother?"
With a sigh I nodded, my family was probably the last thing I wanted to talk about then.
"I remember you, Taylor and I went to school together, I'm Marty Forester. How's he doing?"
"I wouldn't know, I haven't talked to him in months, my perfect brother hates me because I'm gay. Can we get to my wrist please?"
The doctor walked over to me and picked up my arm, instantly I flinched at the pain. Charlie stiffened in his seat and I knew he was getting angry that Dr. Forester hurt me. He's like that, over protective most of the time, I guess it's because I'm sort of, I'm not sure how to say it. Not fragile, I mean I play hockey, I'm not really feminine, maybe I'm softer, more delicate.
"Well it's a severer sprain and it appears like there's a few bone chips missing."
Eventually the doctor wrapped my wrist up and scribbled down a prescription. I was so glad hockey season was over or I ran the risk of losing my scholarship, since I wouldn't be able to play for a while. This sprain was even worse then the one at the Goodwill Games because my wrist had never been as strong as it use to be. As soon as Dr. Forester left, I heard Charlie crack his knuckles and smiled.
I shook my head looking at him
"You know that annoys me."
"I know baby. So what are we going to do?" He wrapped and arm around my waist and I felt safe again.
"We're going out to the parking lot, getting in my car and I driving home, then we're going to have a late dinner and go to bed." I responded.
He reached into my pocket and took out my car keys, tossing them back and forth in his hands. He had that mischievous grin on his face again and I knew that he had something to say.
"You know it's illegal to drive with one hand, so I guess I'll have to drive."
"It's also illegal to drive without a license and without my father around to back me up finical I won't be able to post or get my Porsche released after you're arrested and it's towed."
Charlie gave me a phony pout and kissed my cheek. I reached for my keys and a sharp discomfort shot up my arm again and I flinched. Maybe driving home wasn't that good of an idea, at least not until I got the chance to take something for the agony. As we exited the hospital I gave my fiancé back the keys and begrudgingly got into the passenger seat. No one but me had ever driven my car before, that made me a bit nervous.
Charlie clicked on his blinker and pulled onto our street a few minutes later.
"I'm gonna drop you off at home, then I'm going over to Fulton and Portman's. What time does your dad leave the office?"
I laughed and rolled my eyes.
"You not having the Bash Brothers beat up my father."
"Why not? After they way he's been acting he deserves it, he sprained your fucking wrist for god's sake."
"For the same reason I didn't sick them after you, when you were beating on my Charlie... love. He maybe an asswhole, but he's my father and I love him."
"Ugh." Was the only retort my lover could come up with.
When we got home Charlie lead me to the living room and got me comfortable on couch. Then I heard him clinking around in the kitchen and knew I was in trouble. His cooking skills leave something to be desired, but he does make awesome mash potatoes, no instant it was straight from scratch. However knowing we were out of potatoes and we hadn't frozen any from the last time he'd made them, made me worry about what he was doing. Luckily when he reentered the room it was carrying a tray containing a bowl of popcorn, two turkey sandwiches, a handful of Oreo cookies and one large glass of lemonade with a straw for each of us. He put the tray on the coffee table and winked at me. I couldn't help but giggle, reaching over and swiping a cookie off the plate.
After slipping one of his ridiculous Kevin Smith movies into the VCR, he walked over to the couch. He made me sit up so he could sit down and I rested me head on is shoulder. It was cozy and very romantic. Of course once I took a couple of Codeine I lost all interest in everything, falling asleep fifteen minutes into the movie. I don't think it insulted Charlie at all though, he knows I hate those inane buddy flicks, that are meant to me funny but in truth are nothing but stupid.
When I woke up the next morning there was a blanket draped over me and a pillow under my head instead of my fiancé's arm. The dishes from the night before had been replaced with a bagel, pear and cup of coffee and a rose from the bush in front of the apartment was placed in a vase next to it. There was a note too, one that made waking up that morning something to be happy about.
'Good morning sleeping beauty,
I didn't want to wake you up this morning you looked so peaceful, so I'll just have to kiss you twice when I get home. I called Jan, he gave you the day off. Jesse said he'll cover your shift for you today. When did he get hired at the shop by the way? I'll call you at lunch, maybe we can get fitted for tuxes later tonight, we can get all the guys together it'll be fun. Easy on the pills baby.
Love You, Charlie.'
What a guy.
Have you ever wondered why when you go to the hospital you can be there for hours but only spend maybe ten m minutes with a doctor? When we went into the ER that day it was pretty much the same, and hour and a half in the waiting room, then another two in the examination room. When the doctor finally entered the room, he looked like he was no more then two years older then me. That didn't make me feel all that safe. Though I never really feel safe in the hospital, basically because if I'm there it means time out of hockey. I have two big fears one the doctor's office and two small spaces. I'm claustrophobic too boot, so the itty-bitty room they make you sit in, in anticipation for the doctor had me at wits end.
"Adam Banks?" The doctor walked in holding my x-ray in his hand.
"Yeah." I nodded, hearing a slight snort behind me and could tell Charlie had just about fallen asleep on the chair he was sitting in, while we'd been waiting.
"Hey, are you Taylor Banks' little brother?"
With a sigh I nodded, my family was probably the last thing I wanted to talk about then.
"I remember you, Taylor and I went to school together, I'm Marty Forester. How's he doing?"
"I wouldn't know, I haven't talked to him in months, my perfect brother hates me because I'm gay. Can we get to my wrist please?"
The doctor walked over to me and picked up my arm, instantly I flinched at the pain. Charlie stiffened in his seat and I knew he was getting angry that Dr. Forester hurt me. He's like that, over protective most of the time, I guess it's because I'm sort of, I'm not sure how to say it. Not fragile, I mean I play hockey, I'm not really feminine, maybe I'm softer, more delicate.
"Well it's a severer sprain and it appears like there's a few bone chips missing."
Eventually the doctor wrapped my wrist up and scribbled down a prescription. I was so glad hockey season was over or I ran the risk of losing my scholarship, since I wouldn't be able to play for a while. This sprain was even worse then the one at the Goodwill Games because my wrist had never been as strong as it use to be. As soon as Dr. Forester left, I heard Charlie crack his knuckles and smiled.
I shook my head looking at him
"You know that annoys me."
"I know baby. So what are we going to do?" He wrapped and arm around my waist and I felt safe again.
"We're going out to the parking lot, getting in my car and I driving home, then we're going to have a late dinner and go to bed." I responded.
He reached into my pocket and took out my car keys, tossing them back and forth in his hands. He had that mischievous grin on his face again and I knew that he had something to say.
"You know it's illegal to drive with one hand, so I guess I'll have to drive."
"It's also illegal to drive without a license and without my father around to back me up finical I won't be able to post or get my Porsche released after you're arrested and it's towed."
Charlie gave me a phony pout and kissed my cheek. I reached for my keys and a sharp discomfort shot up my arm again and I flinched. Maybe driving home wasn't that good of an idea, at least not until I got the chance to take something for the agony. As we exited the hospital I gave my fiancé back the keys and begrudgingly got into the passenger seat. No one but me had ever driven my car before, that made me a bit nervous.
Charlie clicked on his blinker and pulled onto our street a few minutes later.
"I'm gonna drop you off at home, then I'm going over to Fulton and Portman's. What time does your dad leave the office?"
I laughed and rolled my eyes.
"You not having the Bash Brothers beat up my father."
"Why not? After they way he's been acting he deserves it, he sprained your fucking wrist for god's sake."
"For the same reason I didn't sick them after you, when you were beating on my Charlie... love. He maybe an asswhole, but he's my father and I love him."
"Ugh." Was the only retort my lover could come up with.
When we got home Charlie lead me to the living room and got me comfortable on couch. Then I heard him clinking around in the kitchen and knew I was in trouble. His cooking skills leave something to be desired, but he does make awesome mash potatoes, no instant it was straight from scratch. However knowing we were out of potatoes and we hadn't frozen any from the last time he'd made them, made me worry about what he was doing. Luckily when he reentered the room it was carrying a tray containing a bowl of popcorn, two turkey sandwiches, a handful of Oreo cookies and one large glass of lemonade with a straw for each of us. He put the tray on the coffee table and winked at me. I couldn't help but giggle, reaching over and swiping a cookie off the plate.
After slipping one of his ridiculous Kevin Smith movies into the VCR, he walked over to the couch. He made me sit up so he could sit down and I rested me head on is shoulder. It was cozy and very romantic. Of course once I took a couple of Codeine I lost all interest in everything, falling asleep fifteen minutes into the movie. I don't think it insulted Charlie at all though, he knows I hate those inane buddy flicks, that are meant to me funny but in truth are nothing but stupid.
When I woke up the next morning there was a blanket draped over me and a pillow under my head instead of my fiancé's arm. The dishes from the night before had been replaced with a bagel, pear and cup of coffee and a rose from the bush in front of the apartment was placed in a vase next to it. There was a note too, one that made waking up that morning something to be happy about.
'Good morning sleeping beauty,
I didn't want to wake you up this morning you looked so peaceful, so I'll just have to kiss you twice when I get home. I called Jan, he gave you the day off. Jesse said he'll cover your shift for you today. When did he get hired at the shop by the way? I'll call you at lunch, maybe we can get fitted for tuxes later tonight, we can get all the guys together it'll be fun. Easy on the pills baby.
Love You, Charlie.'
What a guy.