Chapter 6: Dealing with it all

(Three Days Later)

Coop was lying in the bed in silence. He still couldn't believe what he was told by the doctor three days ago. Paralysed from the neck down. Most likely for life. Coop knew that he wasn't Mr. Athletic, but he definitely didn't like the idea of depending on others to take care of the simplest of tasks for him. He'd now need a wheelchair to take him around instead of his legs. He'd also need for others to check if he went to the bathroom in the….

I Don't even want to think about that! It's embarrassing enough that I won't even be able to tell when I need to go to the bathroom since I can't even feel when I need to go now. Don't need to be thinking about the equipment that I'll need to use to… AAHHH! Why can't I stop thinking about all of THIS! (Coop's thoughts)

Coop took a deep breath. Dr. Debeer had told him that he (Coop) wouldn't be able to leave the hospital for at least a month. Coop suddenly closed his eyes tight as he felt a sharp pain in his head. Dr. Debeer had told him personally about the migraines that were brought on as a result from trauma that he (Coop) had sustained from the accident. Coop was given medication, but Dr. Debeer had told him that they had to give him a low dose because a higher dose would've conflicted with the other medicines that he (Coop) had to take.

"Coop?" a voice asked, "are you awake?"

"Yes Jamie," Coop responded, "you can come in," he told Jamie who came in quietly and closed the door behind him.

"Hey," Jamie said and Coop responded in kind, "have a new position now," he told Coop, "I'm my boss's Executive Consultant," he revealed, "bigger pay check," he added.

"That's great," Coop responded but then coughed.

"Are you alright?" Jamie asked urgently.

"Yeah," Coop rasped, "my throat is just a little dry and sore," he admitted.

Jamie looked around then saw a water bottle with a long straw.

"Should I give you some of that?" Jamie asked and Coop nodded when he pointed at the water bottle, "hope this helps," he said as he lifted the top and fed Coop water through the straw (of the water bottle, "are you alright now?"

"Yes thank you," Coop responded, "They're some special antibiotics in that water," he explained, "it not only quenches my thirst but also help keep my throat from becoming infected and inflamed while my wounds heal," he told Jamie.

"Cool," Jamie said and put down the water bottle, "anyway I got you and Kiva a house," he revealed.

"A What!" Coop cried then coughed and winced.

"It's no ordinary house," Jamie said proudly, "it's three storeys, has magnificent gardens…"

"Why the hell did you buy us a house?" Coop asked in confusion.

"Well," Jamie said as he tried to find the right words, "your condition requires special needs," he stated.

"I don't have a condition," Coop said firmly in a warning voice.

"Oh come on Coop!" Jamie shouted, "you need a house that is properly equipped for someone who requires a wheel chair for starters!"

"I won't need a wheelchair!" Coop exploded.

"Well you can't exactly get up and walk!" Jamie pointed out.

"I'll find a way," Coop said seriously.

"Well for the time being Christopher Reeves," Jamie said sarcastically, "unless you're gonna go Superman," he said, "you're going to have to do physical therapy among other things to keep yourself fit and healthy," he told Coop, "if you wont take the house because of me," he said, "take it because of Kiva."

"What does Kiva have to do with this?" Coop asked suspiciously.

"She's stressed to a frazzle," Jamie told Coop, "the house will help provide for both your needs," he said, "it has special things in place for both you and someone who's going through a pregnancy," he stated, "I even bought it with the staff and everything," he declared.

"Staff?" Coop shouted, "Where did you buy this place?" he demanded, "Beverly Hills?" he asked incredulously.

"No," Jamie responded in an offended tone, "it's only one hundred miles away from where you live."

"One hundred miles!" Coop cried, "Where am I going?" he demanded, "the Sahara Dessert?" he snapped.

"You know what," Jamie said in annoyance, "I already spoke to Kiva," he told Coop, "and she thought that the idea was horrendous," he told a surprised Coop, "I'm getting out of here," he said suddenly and turned to leave.

"Why did she think that it was horrendous?" Coop asked in surprise.

"Get up and ask her yourself," Jamie snapped as he opened the door to leave.

"You know that I can't do that!" Coop exploded, "I can't find out unless you or Kiva come directly in here and tell me."

"Deal with it," Jamie responded icily and left slamming the door behind him loudly.

End of Chapter 6

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