Last Chapter: "I don't know if I can trust you," I joked. She smiled and looked me in the eyes. "Fine, walk around topless," She said trying to hand me back my shirt. I wouldn't take it.
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Getting the idea, Jackie pulled the shirt back to her and shook it out. "Stick out your bad arm," she instructed, I did as she said and lifted out my arm.
Jackie took the sleeve and gently slid it on. The shirt felt cool and warm at the same time. After getting it on my arm, Jackie scrunched it up and slipped it over my head.
"Now bend your other arm and stick it through the other hole," she said. I did as told and put my other arm through the last sleeve. Jackie held the bottom of my scrunched up shirt against my chest.
Her hands were freezing and somewhat clammy. I stood, staring down at her face, as she looked at the fabric of my shirt spread across my chest.
"There," I said finally. I dropped my tired arms and hooked my thumbs in her front pockets, pulling her slightly closer. I couldn't think of a time that I had ever done this with Lena and that made it all worthwhile.
Her hands came up and rested on my abs, because if she placed them any higher, it would hurt.
She still wouldn't look up into my eyes and I tilted my head down slightly to catch a glimpse inside them. Your eyes are one of the most betraying body parts.
The doorknob wiggled and Jackie immediately jumped away from me, blushing. My thumbs, which were hooked in her front pockets, were ripped out and I silently groaned as the joints popped and my shoulder burned.
The after feeling of my popped thumbs was nice, but it still hurt. Mrs. Foreman walked in, not even pausing to realize how close we were.
"Your leg is broken, your shoulder is dislocated, but the cut on your head will only require thirty stitches," She said happily. "Only thirty stitches?" I said confused. The cut on my head wasn't that bad.
"I'm just kidding Steven, there will be no stitches," Mrs. Foreman laughed.
I sighed and sat back down in my wheelchair as Mrs. Foreman started walking toward me. "Jackie, the whole process should only take two hours, if you want to wait…" She paused to gauge Jackie's thoughts.
"N-No, I should be getting back home now," She said still flustered. Jackie reached behind her, grabbing my jacket. "Here's your jacket Steven, thanks for allowing me to help," She said with a slight smile.
I nodded and took my jacket from her, watching as she said goodbye to Mrs. Foreman and walked out the door.
"Well, time to make you tipsy," Mrs. Foreman said jokingly as she started to wheel me away to the 'knock-out' rooms.
I groggily woke up three hours later. My eyes felt heavy and my body ached. I reached my good arm up and wiped at my eyes.
Whispering caught my attention and I froze, trying to listen in. I slowly pulled my hand away and squinted against the light.
"Hey buddy," Eric Foreman said into my face quite loudly. "Eric you idiot, don't get close like that," I heard Donna scold him. Eric was pulled back and I was able to see that all my friends were sitting around me.
"Finally, I was about to run out of candy," Fez said slightly angered. I groaned and turned my head onto its side.
My eyes fixed on the yellow shirt of the person occupying the chair next to my bed. "Hey, how are you feeling?" A small voice asked. I groaned again and looked up.
Lena was staring back at me with sympathy in her eyes. "We were all worried about you when you didn't show up last night," She said.
I glanced back at all the bored faces of my 'friends," and I wondering how worried they were. "Yeah, My mom was like, kicking my dad's ass to go out and find you," Eric laughed.
The group chuckled, and I caught myself laughing too as I tried to lift myself up.
The knock out medicine was slowly wearing off, but I was still felt sick. My leg was hurting, and as I now looked at it, it was being lifted off the bed in a sling.
The dull ache in my shoulder pounded, as I guessed that they had popped it back into location. I looked around once more at the group of people surrounding me and felt that something was missing.
"My beautiful goddess of love arrived earlier on her cloud…" Fez began but was cut off by Kelso's daydreaming.
"Whatever Fez, that girl was here for me! She only left because she was intimidated by my godly looks," Kelso smirked and ran a hand through his hair.
"She wasn't here for any of you dumbasses," Donna said as the two guys argued. I turned to my left as Lena smiled, watching them.
She turned around and directed her smile towards me, which in my opinion, seemed to dim a little.
"She said she was the one who brought you in, never gave a name though…but she seemed nice," Lena explained her face etched in confusion.
I turned my head up to the ceiling again and the holes in the plaster seemed to outline themselves into Jackie's face. I didn't realize I was smiling until Foreman had asked me if the funny juice was still making its way through my system.
I immediately forced Jackie from my thought, wondering how I even let her inside in the first place. I once more stole a look around the room, taking in the scenes. Fez and Kelso had seemed to resolve their argument and were now agreeing on how good looking Kelso is.
Donna was scolding Foreman about touching the needles and other things laid out on the counter while Lena watched them happily.
I was about to ask them what time it was when Mrs. Foreman walked in and immediately started scolding them about keeping me awake and wearing me out.
"Everyone, let's go. Leave Steven alone, he needs his beauty sleep," she said laughing her charming laugh. Everyone left slowly, saying their final smartass comments as they left me to stew in my thought.
Lena lingered back as Donna closed the door behind her.
She looked at me with uncertainty as she tried to read my eyes. I quickly adverted them towards the ceiling again.