She woke up the next morning full of energy, ready to start the path that
would get her out of the place that she hated. She hated hospitals, they
had too many bad memories for her. she had spent altogether too much time
in them, she had seen the inside of them for far too long. The smell made
her nauseaus, even though she had already been in the hospital for three
days. She hated the sights of them, hated the overbearing nurses, and
although she could even say she'd befriended two of them, she hated the
doctors.
She had to give them credit though. Kovac really did know what he was doing, and he was good at it. He was nice, although he acted like a idiot from time to time, he was a good guy. And he wasn't too bad looking either. He was what she needed in life, he was stability, he was nice, and he was out of her league. He would never want her, she was only his patient, he was her doctor, that was it, that was their only connection. They had no hope, they had no chance of any form of a relationship.
Hell, she had more of a chance with Romano than she did with Kovac, And she didn't even really like him. he was fun to trade snarky, sarcastic comments with, but he wasn't a nice guy. And from what she could tell, he was nice to her. If he called that being nice, she hated to see him evil. But he was a fun sparring partner, and he was someone to talk to, which was what she needed most. Already her attention span had worn out, and already, she wanted to be out of there.
A nurse walked in with one of those obviously faked smiles that they always wore, pushing a wheelchair in front of her. "I'm here to take you up to PT." Selma smiled at her.
"Finally, I get to get up and walk."
The nurse nodded, and helped her into the waiting chair. She guided the chair through the halls of the hospital, stopping at the PT room. The physical therapist looked at her, and aided her out of the wheelchair, into another chair in the room. "I'm doctor Marbury, and I'll be in charge of your physical therapy." Selma nodded at the other woman. "Now let me get this right, you've burned both of your legs, dislocated a leg, and broke a leg, right?"
"Don't remember dislocating it, but I probably did."
"Well, you're in for a long and painful road."
"How long is this going to take?" The physical therapist gave her a long hard look.
"Probably at least a month before you can go home."
"That's what they all say."
"Because that's what your injuries are like."
"great." The physical therapist went to try and help her out of the chair, only to have her creak up painfully. "That smarts."
"It will." Selma rolled her eyes, but tried to hobble over to the treadmill that Dr. Marbury was guiding her to. "Step up on the treadmill." Selma complied, however grudgingly.
"What do I have to do to get out of here?" The doctor thought for a moment.
"Be able to walk for five minutes, and climb a flight of stairs."
"That's easy."
"That's what you think." The treadmill whirred on, and she tried to walk, finding it extremely hard and painful.
"Maybe you were right." Selma panted as she allowed the doctor to help her off the treadmill.
"We're just going to take it slow, I think that's good enough for today." Selma nodded as she collapsed into the wheelchair, allowing herself to be wheeled back to her room to fall asleep from the small excursion, amazed at how hard it really was.
She had to give them credit though. Kovac really did know what he was doing, and he was good at it. He was nice, although he acted like a idiot from time to time, he was a good guy. And he wasn't too bad looking either. He was what she needed in life, he was stability, he was nice, and he was out of her league. He would never want her, she was only his patient, he was her doctor, that was it, that was their only connection. They had no hope, they had no chance of any form of a relationship.
Hell, she had more of a chance with Romano than she did with Kovac, And she didn't even really like him. he was fun to trade snarky, sarcastic comments with, but he wasn't a nice guy. And from what she could tell, he was nice to her. If he called that being nice, she hated to see him evil. But he was a fun sparring partner, and he was someone to talk to, which was what she needed most. Already her attention span had worn out, and already, she wanted to be out of there.
A nurse walked in with one of those obviously faked smiles that they always wore, pushing a wheelchair in front of her. "I'm here to take you up to PT." Selma smiled at her.
"Finally, I get to get up and walk."
The nurse nodded, and helped her into the waiting chair. She guided the chair through the halls of the hospital, stopping at the PT room. The physical therapist looked at her, and aided her out of the wheelchair, into another chair in the room. "I'm doctor Marbury, and I'll be in charge of your physical therapy." Selma nodded at the other woman. "Now let me get this right, you've burned both of your legs, dislocated a leg, and broke a leg, right?"
"Don't remember dislocating it, but I probably did."
"Well, you're in for a long and painful road."
"How long is this going to take?" The physical therapist gave her a long hard look.
"Probably at least a month before you can go home."
"That's what they all say."
"Because that's what your injuries are like."
"great." The physical therapist went to try and help her out of the chair, only to have her creak up painfully. "That smarts."
"It will." Selma rolled her eyes, but tried to hobble over to the treadmill that Dr. Marbury was guiding her to. "Step up on the treadmill." Selma complied, however grudgingly.
"What do I have to do to get out of here?" The doctor thought for a moment.
"Be able to walk for five minutes, and climb a flight of stairs."
"That's easy."
"That's what you think." The treadmill whirred on, and she tried to walk, finding it extremely hard and painful.
"Maybe you were right." Selma panted as she allowed the doctor to help her off the treadmill.
"We're just going to take it slow, I think that's good enough for today." Selma nodded as she collapsed into the wheelchair, allowing herself to be wheeled back to her room to fall asleep from the small excursion, amazed at how hard it really was.
