Chapter 25:
Eventually an old woman pulled over and too me to the hospital. Thankfully, she realized I didn't want to talk about my injuries, and stayed quiet most of the time. I thanked her before getting back out of the car, and walking to the front doors of the building.
I had been here five times. Already. I HATED it. And I always knew exactly where I was going.
Climbing the steps to the fourth floor, I walked down the hall until I got to room 519. Opening the door slowly, I sat the leaking wet bag on the floor.
My shoes made uneasy clicks on the tiled floor, as I walked into the room. Blair sat there, facing the window. He stayed still, looking away. He mumbled something about not taking any 'damn pills', but still he didn't turn around.
He blood covering his back and arms. And from what I could see, it also covered both of his forearms, where he had been covering us.
"It's me..."
He leaned back a little, before turning around. I noticed something like rug burn covering parts of his shoulders and chest, and two gashes on his face.
I took a few steps closer, not sure what to say. "Are you...okay?" To me, he seemed a little more crazy than beaten.
"Yes." He took his hand away from his face, and went on. "I thought you were that bitch who kept trying to force medication on me."
"Well... You need them, obviously." Blood had leaked all over the sheets by now, and onto his boxers.
He just sighed and rolled onto his chest, before putting his face straight into his pillow. I grabbed gauze off of the table, along with medical tape. Hopefully no one would catch me...
I crawled across the bed, before sitting down on the large window sill. He turned his face to me, and ran a hand through his hair.
He turned back away as I ripped a piece of tape off with my teeth. "They want me to stay here for a day or two. All the cuts might get infected from the dirt and dust that was in the air. And they want me to have surgery on a torn tendon in my arm. So... I guess I'm stuck here" He went on as I wrapped gauze around his right arm.
"How'd you rip a tendon?"
"It was like that for a while I guess. It was usually just sore, so I thought it was a pulled muscle."
I nod, and wipe blood away before I taped it over. I leaned back up, and went back to the table to see what all they had laying there; alcohol, scissors, pills, towels, and a few other things. I grabbed a tube of something. The name was long and hard to pronounce, so I read the back label instead. It was used for numbing things... Hm...
I walked back over to the bed with alcohol, a paper towel, and a tube of ointment. Kneeling down beside him, I wiped alcohol over his back, and then cleaned it back off with the paper towel. The blood cleared off when I did this, and I saw a series of small scratches covering his whole back, which I then rubbed Neosporin over.
I sigh, and lean against the hard metal backboard. I sat there, staring out the door at people running back and forth in the hallway until someone started to open the door. It broke me out of the sort of trance I was in and I went and sat in a chair a few feet away before they saw me.
A nurse came in, reading a chart she held in her left hand. Her head jerked back suddenly as she started speaking quickly about drawing his blood. She went on for a few seconds, grabbing a needle and piece of plastic. When she turned around, she noticed me sitting there, and started asking questions.
"Who are you...? Family?"
"Friend."
"Ok... Is he awake?"
Blair shifted. He was obviously trying to fake unconsciousness to get out of a needle.
I nod, and she walks over to him quickly. She rapped the plastic over the bottom of his upper arm. She stuck the needle in his arm quickly, and pulled it back out. "I'll be right back" She said, before rushing back out of the room.
He exhaled sharply, and ripped the plastic of his arm. "That HURT." He said rubbing the place where she had stabbed it into his arm.
I grin at him, "Ha ha, You had to get your blood drawn."
"You should have told her I was SLEEPING."
I laugh once more, "She probably would have woke you up."
He just nodded before sitting up beside me. "So...you think we'll ever get out of here?"
I sigh, and just smile. "Nope. We're lost causes." I look at him, and we both smile. He shakes his head no before directing his gaze back to the front of the room. I rest my head on his shoulder, and close my eyes.
A/N: See. Told you.
Chapter 26 will be up soon, which is the beginning of the ending chapters... *cries in agony* There will be Epilogue though. XD
Eventually an old woman pulled over and too me to the hospital. Thankfully, she realized I didn't want to talk about my injuries, and stayed quiet most of the time. I thanked her before getting back out of the car, and walking to the front doors of the building.
I had been here five times. Already. I HATED it. And I always knew exactly where I was going.
Climbing the steps to the fourth floor, I walked down the hall until I got to room 519. Opening the door slowly, I sat the leaking wet bag on the floor.
My shoes made uneasy clicks on the tiled floor, as I walked into the room. Blair sat there, facing the window. He stayed still, looking away. He mumbled something about not taking any 'damn pills', but still he didn't turn around.
He blood covering his back and arms. And from what I could see, it also covered both of his forearms, where he had been covering us.
"It's me..."
He leaned back a little, before turning around. I noticed something like rug burn covering parts of his shoulders and chest, and two gashes on his face.
I took a few steps closer, not sure what to say. "Are you...okay?" To me, he seemed a little more crazy than beaten.
"Yes." He took his hand away from his face, and went on. "I thought you were that bitch who kept trying to force medication on me."
"Well... You need them, obviously." Blood had leaked all over the sheets by now, and onto his boxers.
He just sighed and rolled onto his chest, before putting his face straight into his pillow. I grabbed gauze off of the table, along with medical tape. Hopefully no one would catch me...
I crawled across the bed, before sitting down on the large window sill. He turned his face to me, and ran a hand through his hair.
He turned back away as I ripped a piece of tape off with my teeth. "They want me to stay here for a day or two. All the cuts might get infected from the dirt and dust that was in the air. And they want me to have surgery on a torn tendon in my arm. So... I guess I'm stuck here" He went on as I wrapped gauze around his right arm.
"How'd you rip a tendon?"
"It was like that for a while I guess. It was usually just sore, so I thought it was a pulled muscle."
I nod, and wipe blood away before I taped it over. I leaned back up, and went back to the table to see what all they had laying there; alcohol, scissors, pills, towels, and a few other things. I grabbed a tube of something. The name was long and hard to pronounce, so I read the back label instead. It was used for numbing things... Hm...
I walked back over to the bed with alcohol, a paper towel, and a tube of ointment. Kneeling down beside him, I wiped alcohol over his back, and then cleaned it back off with the paper towel. The blood cleared off when I did this, and I saw a series of small scratches covering his whole back, which I then rubbed Neosporin over.
I sigh, and lean against the hard metal backboard. I sat there, staring out the door at people running back and forth in the hallway until someone started to open the door. It broke me out of the sort of trance I was in and I went and sat in a chair a few feet away before they saw me.
A nurse came in, reading a chart she held in her left hand. Her head jerked back suddenly as she started speaking quickly about drawing his blood. She went on for a few seconds, grabbing a needle and piece of plastic. When she turned around, she noticed me sitting there, and started asking questions.
"Who are you...? Family?"
"Friend."
"Ok... Is he awake?"
Blair shifted. He was obviously trying to fake unconsciousness to get out of a needle.
I nod, and she walks over to him quickly. She rapped the plastic over the bottom of his upper arm. She stuck the needle in his arm quickly, and pulled it back out. "I'll be right back" She said, before rushing back out of the room.
He exhaled sharply, and ripped the plastic of his arm. "That HURT." He said rubbing the place where she had stabbed it into his arm.
I grin at him, "Ha ha, You had to get your blood drawn."
"You should have told her I was SLEEPING."
I laugh once more, "She probably would have woke you up."
He just nodded before sitting up beside me. "So...you think we'll ever get out of here?"
I sigh, and just smile. "Nope. We're lost causes." I look at him, and we both smile. He shakes his head no before directing his gaze back to the front of the room. I rest my head on his shoulder, and close my eyes.
A/N: See. Told you.
Chapter 26 will be up soon, which is the beginning of the ending chapters... *cries in agony* There will be Epilogue though. XD