Chapter 6: Smurf To Recovery
TWO DAYS LATER
A smurfette, with long light brown hair, walked up to the clinic and knocks on the door. Nursette opened the door and greeted her guest with a smile.
"Hello, Sewette." She says.
"Hello. Well, here they are." Sewette announces while holding up a clean pair of white smurf pants, and a clean white smurf hat. "I've done all I can with the measurements you gave me. His old clothes were simply too damage for even me to repair. Never had I sewn any thing for a smurf before, so I just hope this will fit him right." She added.
"I'm sure you did a wonderful job, thank you." Nursette assures her as she accepted the new clothes for the smurf. "I'm sure he will be grateful to get these."
"Yes. I bet." Sewette bashfully chuckles.
"Thanks again." Nursette said before closing the door on Sewette.
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In the next room, Hefty Smurf is now sitting up. He sipped on some special herb medicine tea that Mama Smurf gave him just moments ago. Normally Hefty wasn't much of a tea drinker, but from what Mama Smurf told him, it will help him heal faster. His left arm is still hurting from having a huge cut on it. During when the dam broke it slammed into him, putting a large gash on his arm and breaking two of his ribs. Breathing is getting better for him now, but his body is still very weak. In order for Hefty to drink the tea he is using both hands to lift the cup up to his face.
In between sips he stared absently into the cup. He pondered over the last few days. The first days after regaining consciousness he had been very disoriented. Many times he had embarrassingly mistaken Mama Smurf for Papa Smurf. Mostly because he would see her red cap and assumed her to be his elder from the smurf village. Mama Smurf would then have to remind him that he wasn't at his village and that she had no idea where it was. All Hefty wanted to do was to get home to let Papa Smurf and the others know that he is ok. Now he sits there, with bandages still wrapped over his arms, head and chest, wondering if he will ever get back home.
Outside of the clinic window he recognized the sound of someone playing the most beautiful guitar music he has ever heard. Whoever was playing the music started to sing with a graceful voice. He leans back into his pillow with a deep sigh. With another sip of the tea, Hefty let his mind rest from any thoughts and allowed the music sooth him.
Nursette walks into the room and stopped to watch the smurf for a moment. She smiled over how well he is recovering from his injuries. The music coming from outside seemed to be helping the strange smurf relax. Nursette mentally thanks her smurfette sister, Melody, for providing soothing music for the stressed smurf.
She thought back to the time when he first wanted to sit up. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. It wasn't till he told her that she was reminding him of someone he knew back home, she realized it was this Smurfette person he called out in one of his delusional moments. She looks down at the clothes that Sewette fixed up and remembered the reason for coming into the room.
"I have good news for you," she announces. Hefty looks up from his cup with curiosity.
"Sewette has fixed you up a new pair of pants and hat." Nursette said with a smile.
"That's great." Hefty said with, yet still, a weak voice.
"I-I will just leave them here for you for when you're ready to put them on." Nursette told him as she placed the new clothes at the foot of the bed.
"Thank you." He responded tiredly before bring his attention back to the cup in his hands.
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A WEEK LATER
Hefty Smurf got himself out of bed for the fifth time this week. He was defiantly feeling tired of lying in bed all the time. It just wasn't his style. He wanted to get up and start living life as he would if he were back home. With that in mind, Hefty began to do some stretches in order to build strength in his muscles again. His ribcage is about 80% healed, so he didn't need the bandages around his chest anymore. Mama Smurf used a technique called Reiki to help the healing go a lot faster. Hefty remembers how good it felt when she would place her hands on his sore ribs. The warmth from her hands soothed the pain, and he could actually feel the healing happening underneath his skin. Slowly he stretches the sides of his body, but not too much to cause stress for his still tender muscles.
It had taken him two days to get his leg muscles use to walking again. Now he could walk across the room without too much stiffness in his movement. Hefty remembered a few years back when he had broken his leg. How much pain he felt when that happened. More so was his pride. He would refuse help from anyone, which in result, made him less then smurfy.
The other smurfs of the village hadn't given up on trying to help him, though. Handy Smurf creatively built him a wheelchair. After that, Hefty, with help from his friends, found he could still be useful around the village even with a handicap. Again, Hefty frowned. It hurt his heart being away from his friends and his home.
Now he was a stranger in a strange land. Not only that, but he was also mortally wounded both physically and mentally. He ponders if he would ever be the same Hefty Smurf he once was in his own village.
Each day most of his memories of who was and where came from are becoming clearer, especially with Mama Smurf counseling him. The one thing he was having troubles remembering now is what happed the night that caused him to end up on the smurfette's beach. When he tried to focus on remembering it all just comes out fuzzy. He does, however, remember it was at night, and raining hard. Also, he remembered Papa Smurf calling out for him, Vanity, and Handy Smurf to go with him for some reason. After that he doesn't remember. Hefty began to rub his head both in annoyance for this memory loss, and the fact the bump on his forehead started throbbing again. The throbbing had caused him to feel a bit dizzy. He leans back onto the bed. For a brief moment he sat there holding his head up with his right hand. The dizziness only lasts a moment. Relieved, Hefty again stood up to continue on more leg stretches.
Feeling hungry now, he reached for an apple sitting on the table beside his bed that had been left for him by one of the smurfettes earlier this morning. He plunged the juicy red fruit into his mouth, and takes a huge bit out of it.
Hefty walked to the window as he ate the apple. He opened the shutters to peer out. He leans forward to watch all the different types of smurfettes. Each one is working around the village, doing their daily chores.
The scene almost gave an eerie feel to it. How similar this seemed to the way his village looks. The only difference, of course, is that the residences are smurfettes instead of smurfs. He noticed that most of the smurfettes wore similar light pink dresses, while a few had their own original style of how they wish to present themselves.
Hefty took another bit of the apple and stared aimlessly at the female villagers.
Two smurfettes came around the corner and continued to walk past the clinic. They stop when they saw Hefty looking out from the window. Hefty turned to smile at them. A brunette and a raven-haired smurfette burst out in a fit of bashful giggles. The smurfette with the short raven hair and lavender jumpsuit pulls out a single yellow flower from the bouquet nestled in her arm, and handed it to Hefty.
Hefty, politely tips his hat as a gesture of saying 'thank you'. In a result it causes them to blush and giggle some more. The two smurfettes carry on walking past the clinic, leaving Hefty, once again, alone. Finally, he decides he had enough of looking out the window. There had to be something for him to do, or he might just go mad. Walking away from the window, Hefty took another bit of the apple, and placed the flower on the table beside the bed. With a deep sigh he sits down on the bed and looked blankly at the floor.
He lifted his head when he heard a noise coming from the next room. It sounds like Nursette was struggling to move something.
Curious, he got up to investigate. Hefty opened the door that separated the two rooms to see Nursette trying to move her big desk away from the wall.
"What are you doing?" He asks.
"I'm, er, moving my desk so I can clean behind it. It's not a good to have a dirty clinic, especially when you work with so many medicines as I do. Normally, I'd get Toughette to help, but she's, ah, on an earn for Mama Smurf and won't be back till late this afternoon." Nursette explained as she struggled to move the desk little by little.
He watched her for a moment before he couldn't stand it any further. Shaking his head, Hefty puts the half eaten apple down on the nearby table and walks up to Nursette.
"Need help?" He asked her.
"Oh no, it's alright…"
Before Nursette could say anything more, Hefty immediately stepped in and pulled the desk away from the wall with ease.
"Well, uh…oh…" Nursette stammered. She stood with her mouth hung open as this once weak body of a smurf now just moved her heavy desk three smurf feet without breaking a sweat.
"How's that?" He asked unsure how far she wanted the desk to go.
"Amazing." The blond smurfette still stood baffled.
"Huh?" Hefty raised his eyebrow out of curiosity.
"Ah, I mean how'd you moved that desk without any trouble? Even with Toughette's help we couldn't move that desk as quickly as you just did. Could it be that all you smurfs are this strong?"
"Well, actually I'm not at full strength yet. Otherwise, I'd just as easily pick up the entire desk and moved it across the room with no trouble. And no, where I came from, you could say I am considered to be the 'muscle' of all the smurfs. I was depended on for the big jobs that required a lot of lifting." Hefty told while flexing his arm to show off his muscle.
Nursette looked at his arm and noticed his tattoo seemed to dance with the motion he was creating.
"Is that what the symbol means on your arm?" She asks as she points to tattoo.
"Yeah, sort of. The heart is a symbol of helpfulness and kindness. The arrow is for bravery and strength."
"Do any of the other smurfs bare tattoos on their arms?"
"Naw. Just me." He sighed.
"Oh," Nursette decided to quickly sweep the floor while her desk was out of the way.
Hefty suddenly felt sadness as he began to remember more of his home. The other smurfs are probably very worried about him. He began to wonder if they were still searching for him, or if he was still alive. Hefty, again, began to wonder if he would ever get back there. This experience is making him feel a bit awkward too, being the only smurf in a village of smurfettes.
'I wonder if this is how Smurfette felt after she was relieved from Gargamal's spell?' He thought to himself.
Nursette lifted her head and noticed the sad look on Hefty's face. She felt sympathy knowing that he was feeling home sick. If the roles were reversed, she would probably feel the same way.
After sweeping up the dirt onto the dustpan, she dumps it into trash basket. Nursette scratched her head and looked at her desk in frustration. She dreaded the fact it still needed to be pushed back against the wall. That's when she remembered Hefty's strength, but would he be ok to move this heavy object again.
"Um, if it isn't too much trouble, do you think you could put my desk back over here?" She asked sheepishly.
Hefty's face suddenly beamed, "Sure, no problem." He chirped.
Within seconds the desk was returned back in place. It felt good to be helpful; especially with all the caring she and the other smurfettes has shown him. Perhaps there could be a place for him here in this village until he can find a way to get back home.