Chapter 7! How the hell did I get this far! Sorry for leaving you guys in a huge cliff hanger then taking such a long time to update. aaaaaaaHHHHHHH! DANGEROUSLY SHORT CHAPTER!
He knocked gently on the door. Almost a second later a nurse came up. Her name tag read "Abby"
"How may I help you?" She asked lazily.
"I need to see my friend." He replied.
She rolled her eyes."This is a two room area. What's your friend's name?"
"Cindy."
She checked the list."There's no Cindy here."
He thought for a moment."Is there a Miss Vortex?"
"Come in. Good luck" Jimmy didn't understand this last remark.
He entered cautiously. Then he saw her.
If he though what he had was bad, then the condition Cindy was in must have been hell. Her head was wrapped in a cast, Her eyes were hidden behind a strip of medical tape and gauze, Her chest was stripped up, and her entire body was connected to one peice of machinery or an IV or another. It was tear jerking.
He walked towards her, being carefull his crutches not knock anything over or unplug a wire which was extremely difficult. He was soon by her side.
"Come in." She called blindly.
He spoke,knowing she'd recognize his voice.
"So...How have you been?"
"Oh...Not so bad. What about you?"
"Oh
just a few scratches...and a compound fracure in my leg."
"Have
you seen Sheen? Some old Sheen...You got hit on your head pretty bad,
didn't you?"
He couldn't take it. He couldn't se her like that. No longer the ever strong willed Cindy. But another sad example of youth cut down in it's pride.
"Listen, I gotta go. If you need anything, just call." He said understandingly.
"Wait! Before you go I have a question."
"What
is it?"
"Who are you?