It took an awful long time to get to Newport General, a lot longer then it
used too, then again all the other three times I went there was never for a
broken limb. Ryan watched me like a hawk the whole way there, probably
because I was mumbling to myself inaudibility. I was counting the letters
in "Newport" and where each letter was at in the alphabet.
7 letters, N was the 14th letter in the alphabet, E was the 5th, 23: W, 16: P, 15: O, 18: R, and 20 was T it equals 118. It was weird, I know. But it kept my mind off my wrist.
"7, 14, 5, 23, 16, 15, 18, 20, 118..." I whispered to myself, and then counted the letters again in the opposite way of the alphabet.
"7, 13, 22, 4, 11, 12, 9, 7, 85..." I said a little louder involuntarily, and had that feeling that I was being watched for a second time that night. I glanced over to Ryan who looked completely worried and freaked out.
"You okay, man?" He asked softly not to alarm my parents.
"I'm fine." I responded hastily, and frowned at the sound of my cold voice.
Why was I being this way?
I shook my head at my behavior, and tried again with that answer.
"I mean... I'm okay... really." I said with a slight smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. Ryan half-grinned, which was like a 100-watt smile when it came to Ryan Atwood.
7, 2, 18, 15, 20, 8, 5, 18: Brother.
I let out a breath, and pressed my cheek up against the window, and I nearly squealed at how cold it was. I closed my eyes tightly, and tried thinking of another word I could count, and before I knew it the car stopped. I lifted my head puzzled, and noticed that my mom was getting out of the car.
"Are we there?" I asked loudly but it came out in a whisper that nobody heard.
"Open the door, honey." Mom suddenly said sympathetically, and I practically jumped out of my seat. I leaned away from the door, and unlocked it. She opened the door for me, and reached for my shoulder to help me out of the SUV. I smiled at her appreciatively, but got out myself.
"I got it, Mom."
We all made our way to Urgent Care, my parents and Ryan surrounding me like Snoop Dog's "posse". Dad ran ahead of us, grabbed a wheelchair, and started rolling it toward me.
"Wow, Dad, that's real nice of you to do that for Mom." I said in my normal Seth Cohen derisive way, and they just all looked at me gleefully annoyed.
"How wimpy is that? Oh, I know. Incredibly wimpy. Dad, no...no" I whined, shaking my head, and walked the rest of the 30-feet to the entrance.
I shuddered at the coldness that hospitals always gave out, and wrapped my good arm over my shoulder. Wow, that really helped. We walked into the ridiculously crowded waiting room slash sign in area, and took seats separated from each other because it was so packed. I sat next to an overweight man, who had burned his arm pretty badly, while Dad got all that paperwork for him and mom to fill out.
The girl on the other side of me was in her early 30s and I'm sure she was normally a very attractive woman but when you've got the flu you never look like American's Top Model.
Flu...
"3, 6, 12, 21, 42." I said, and she looked at me strangely. I just smiled back and sank down in my seat.
It actually wasn't that long until my name got called, and the large man next to me wasn't too happy with that.
"I've been here for a fucking hour and a half, and Richie Rich is here for 15 minutes and goes in before me?! I don't think so!" He stated loudly... in my ear. I hurriedly walked over to the nurse, in fear of my life.
"HEY! I'm talking to you, lady!" He screamed at the nurse, and pushed down an innocent surgeon passing by. Thankfully someone called for Security, and they took the guy away.
Mom, Dad, and Ryan stayed in the waiting room while I got my X-Rays taken. The whole X-Ray procedure would have all been really interesting if, number one, my wrist didn't hurt extremely bad, and number two, they weren't positioning it in every freakin' way possible for pictures.
The X-Rays confirmed that my wrist was indeed broken, "clean snap" the doctor had described it, and it didn't make me feel any better.
7 letters, N was the 14th letter in the alphabet, E was the 5th, 23: W, 16: P, 15: O, 18: R, and 20 was T it equals 118. It was weird, I know. But it kept my mind off my wrist.
"7, 14, 5, 23, 16, 15, 18, 20, 118..." I whispered to myself, and then counted the letters again in the opposite way of the alphabet.
"7, 13, 22, 4, 11, 12, 9, 7, 85..." I said a little louder involuntarily, and had that feeling that I was being watched for a second time that night. I glanced over to Ryan who looked completely worried and freaked out.
"You okay, man?" He asked softly not to alarm my parents.
"I'm fine." I responded hastily, and frowned at the sound of my cold voice.
Why was I being this way?
I shook my head at my behavior, and tried again with that answer.
"I mean... I'm okay... really." I said with a slight smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. Ryan half-grinned, which was like a 100-watt smile when it came to Ryan Atwood.
7, 2, 18, 15, 20, 8, 5, 18: Brother.
I let out a breath, and pressed my cheek up against the window, and I nearly squealed at how cold it was. I closed my eyes tightly, and tried thinking of another word I could count, and before I knew it the car stopped. I lifted my head puzzled, and noticed that my mom was getting out of the car.
"Are we there?" I asked loudly but it came out in a whisper that nobody heard.
"Open the door, honey." Mom suddenly said sympathetically, and I practically jumped out of my seat. I leaned away from the door, and unlocked it. She opened the door for me, and reached for my shoulder to help me out of the SUV. I smiled at her appreciatively, but got out myself.
"I got it, Mom."
We all made our way to Urgent Care, my parents and Ryan surrounding me like Snoop Dog's "posse". Dad ran ahead of us, grabbed a wheelchair, and started rolling it toward me.
"Wow, Dad, that's real nice of you to do that for Mom." I said in my normal Seth Cohen derisive way, and they just all looked at me gleefully annoyed.
"How wimpy is that? Oh, I know. Incredibly wimpy. Dad, no...no" I whined, shaking my head, and walked the rest of the 30-feet to the entrance.
I shuddered at the coldness that hospitals always gave out, and wrapped my good arm over my shoulder. Wow, that really helped. We walked into the ridiculously crowded waiting room slash sign in area, and took seats separated from each other because it was so packed. I sat next to an overweight man, who had burned his arm pretty badly, while Dad got all that paperwork for him and mom to fill out.
The girl on the other side of me was in her early 30s and I'm sure she was normally a very attractive woman but when you've got the flu you never look like American's Top Model.
Flu...
"3, 6, 12, 21, 42." I said, and she looked at me strangely. I just smiled back and sank down in my seat.
It actually wasn't that long until my name got called, and the large man next to me wasn't too happy with that.
"I've been here for a fucking hour and a half, and Richie Rich is here for 15 minutes and goes in before me?! I don't think so!" He stated loudly... in my ear. I hurriedly walked over to the nurse, in fear of my life.
"HEY! I'm talking to you, lady!" He screamed at the nurse, and pushed down an innocent surgeon passing by. Thankfully someone called for Security, and they took the guy away.
Mom, Dad, and Ryan stayed in the waiting room while I got my X-Rays taken. The whole X-Ray procedure would have all been really interesting if, number one, my wrist didn't hurt extremely bad, and number two, they weren't positioning it in every freakin' way possible for pictures.
The X-Rays confirmed that my wrist was indeed broken, "clean snap" the doctor had described it, and it didn't make me feel any better.