Chapter 2 of ?
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Might be a while for chapter 3. Super busy with work and school!
With the end credits rolling, Bozer stands up, "You guys hungry? I can make some burgers or something." "Oh, you know me, I'm always down for some grub. Mac?" "I could eat." "Alright, I'll get cooking."
Reaching for the remote Mac accidently also twists his leg, causing it to slide off the pile of pillows. Though it's a slow slide and soft landing, any movement or elevation change sends a wave of sharp pain up his leg. Mac lets out a hiss and rolls onto his back. "You alright buddy? What happened?" "It's uhh, it's nothing, just got a friendly reminder that the nerve block has worn off. I'm good. "He sits up and using both hands tries to lift his leg back on the pillows. But with no quad strength he is forced to ask Jack for some help.
"Gentle, gentle, easy." "Sorry, I'm trying but you're.." "I know, thank you. I should probably make my way to the table anyways, it's hard to eat a burger laying down." Jack carefully lowers the fragile limb back onto the pillows and takes a step back to let Mac get his bearings.
Mac knows that gravity will help him here as he lifts/slides his right leg off the mound and begins to sit up. Breathing heavily he reaches for his crutches and prepare to get vertical. With a bit of will power and some shaky arms, he manages to rise and lean on his crutches before making his way to the table.
"You sit here, I'll grab the other chair so you can elevate it like the Doctor said." "Thanks guys." Mac says as he lowers himself at the table. "Seriously, thank you for being here and helping out." "Of course" Bozer says. While Jack just gives a nod of recognition.
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As Bozer clears the empty plates Mac is aware of the increased pain that is creeping in. He knows it's about time for another Hydromorphone pill. However, drugs have never been Mac's go-to, he'd much rather opt for meditation or other natural remedies. But then again, he hasn't been in this much pain before either. It's a crap shoot, and he knows it, he thinks to himself that he will try just taking some Tylenol tonight and see how it goes.
"Alright guys, I think I'm going to go hit the sack. Thank you for the company and dinner. Jack, you're welcome to stay. The couch is warmed up for you already too." Mac casts a side smile towards his partner as he raises his leg and himself from the table. "You got it? Need help?" Jack asks, ready to swoop in at any sign of unsteadiness. With a heavy breath and a scrunched face Mac answers, "I'm good, thanks though. I'll be in my room if you need me." His two friends glance at each other as they watch him hobble his way down the hall. "You think he's really okay?" Bozer asks. "I dunno, you know Mac, never one to really express himself. But I'm ready to get horizontal too, I'll see you in the morning." "G'night Jack."
When Mac finally reaches his room and shuts the door he lets out a sigh/grunt of relief and discomfort. He makes his way to his bed, grabs the Tylenol from his nightstand and swallows a couple dry. Resting his crutches against the wall Mac finds a way to maneuver himself into bed. The Doctors prescribed him a traction/pulley system for his bed that allows his to keep his leg elevated while he sleeps. All he has to do is get his leg on the bed, attach the hooks to the rings on his cast, and use the ropes to raise his leg. "Steps two and three are the easy ones" he thinks to himself. The hard part is getting his leg right under the frame, it's challenging enough to get his leg on the bed at all, let along to the middle of his queen sized bed. Several painstakingly minutes later Mac is settled and just about ready to fall into unconsciousness.
It's about one A.M. when Mac is jolted awake by the stabbing pain that is pulsating through his broken limb. He lays awake for another half hour before the pain is too much to bare. He reaches for the prescribed drugs when he realized that he left them out in the living room. "Shit" he whispers under his breath. Not wanting to bother anyone else he decides to retrieve the pills himself. He detaches himself from the metal frame makes his way towards the door. When he reaches the couch he tries his best not to wake Jack, but of course his meds are on the far end. Only using the light from the moon he doesn't see the end of the blanket that is on the floor. The blanket slides across the hardwood floors as soon his crutch tip lands. Thud. Mac hits the floor like a ton of bricks before he even realizes what happened Jack has him in a headlock. Shouts are exchanged until Jack realizes that it's Mac he is trying to choke out. "FUCK, Jack, stop! Get off! Oww, damnit." Mac screams, wriggling with pain. "Mac, oh my god, I'm so sorry. I...I didn't realize, it was just instinct...I'm sorry." Mac's eyes forgive him, while his own instincts tell him to curl into the fetal position. "Arrrggg!" A gut wrenching yell escapes Mac's body. Jack flips on the light and suddenly sees the cause of his friends scream. "Mac, your...your leg, it's broken" "What is all the comotion?" Bozer asks as he makes his way to the duo. "No, well, I mean, the cast is broken." Mac looks down and sees that his leg is no longer held straight. He remembers back to when the Doctor told him that his leg needed to be IMMOBILE for at least eight weeks. And here he is, about 15 hours later with a broken cast and bent leg. "Mac, we need to get you to the hospital. Bozer, help me get him up." "Wait" Mac says manages to say in a grunt. "You need to make a splint first. I think there's some ski poles in the garage, and tape, get some Duct Tape. "Jack, do it just like you did back on the mountain, the first time. Do you remember?" "Uh, yes? I mean, *clears throat* Yes!" "Good. Bozer, I need you to help me straighten my leg...carefully please."