Jeff wakes up groggy, His lower back was killing him aswell as his shoulder which was crunched up from being forced to be near the phone-booth wall the entire night.
He yawns while stretching. He sits up and gets to his feet.
He opens the phone-booth door and walks out of it, Before walking off the numbness.
His head was killing him, He thought that he just had a headache but after gathering all his belongings and making his way down the road, He had figured it was not just a headache afterall, Usually his headaches only lasted a few minutes. Once he had gotten to his apartment and still his headache was bothering him, He had no doubt that it was something else entirely but he wasn't gonna worry about it, He had other things to worry about then that.
He was worried to go into his home cause he wasn't entirely sure that his father was at work, He may have stayed home. He may just be waiting up there for me to enter, And as soon as I do, He's on me like a raged maniac.
Jeff stands there a few minutes trying to decide on what to do, He eventually decides against going home, He makes his way to the playground near-by.
Jeff wipes his forehead, He was sweating profusely and he was hot.
Jeff begins to get dizzy and has to take a seat on the swing-set. He wasn't gonna stay here, That was not his plan but he felt so bad right now that he didn't think he could take another step at the moment.
Maybe I'm dehydrated Jeff thinks.
He hadn't had anything to drink since leaving home, In actuality he hadn't had anything to drink since the whole fight started. That had to have been almost over a day ago I guess. Jeff contemplates. He was never good at figures.
Jeff had his backpack hanging off his right shoulder when he lets it drop to the ground. He felt really dizzy, Like he was gonna pass out. It wasn't until he woke up on the ground, That he had made the realization that this was pretty bad and that he needed to get somewhere. He needed to get help.
What's wrong with me Jeff thinks as he lays in the dirt, Unable to get up. He felt nauseous.
He lays there until a passer-byer finds him passed out, He wasn't even aware of his surroundings until he was in a ambulance. The EMTs had stated that the person who had found me had immediately called 911, Saying that I was unresponsive.
I had only been awake for a about ten minutes before passing out yet again.
I woke up an hour and a half later in the hospital.
I open my eyes, My body ached and I had a IV in my arm and Mark was standing by my bed. So you could rather guess that I was confused.
"What are you doing here." I say with a scratchy voice. It was barely spoken above a whisper. My throat hurt so much to talk.
Mark takes his shades off his face "...The hospital didn't know who to call, You had no ID on you, But they found my number in your pants pocket." He explains.
Jeff nods.
Mark wasn't wearing his bandana any longer and you could see his hair, It was longer then what I had thought. But it does fit him.
Mark starts to move away from the bed a little bit.
"Your not leaving..are you." Jeff sits up abruptly.
Mark walks back to Jeff and puts his arms out, Gently pushing Jeff back down on the bed "No, I'm just going to get me some coffee. Is that alright?." He asks.
Jeff settles back down, He nods to Mark and Mark smiles.
" Alright, I'll be back in just a minute."
"You haven't called my dad have you, I mean they didn't find out his number did they." Jeff asks before Mark gets a chance to head out the door.
Mark turns back around "No, They haven't. I kind of lied to the nurses and the doctor that treated you." Mark confesses.
Jeff crutches his eyes, "You did?."
Mark shrugs "I did, I told them I was your dad. I knew that they couldn't tell me what was wrong with you other aren't allowed to. And I needed to know if you were alright."
Jeff waits for Mark to turn back around and head to get his coffee before letting the huge smile spread across his face.
Mark while making his way back to Jeff's room gets a phone-call.
He stops and turns around to head outdoors, For cell-phones were not allowed in the premises.
He could take the call out-doors but not while being inside, He had learned his lesson earlier when he first got here, The head nurse chewed him out for answering it. He was not gonna make the same mistake.
He gets outdoors, The caller had left a message. Mark presses the play-back button
Hey Mark,
This is Paul. I just wanted to know if you could meet me at the bar tonight. I've got a proposition for you. Talk to you then.
Mark closes the phone with a roll of his eyes. He places his phone in his pants pocket. "A proposition really, Paul. What you've got another scam to play on me. I don't think so." Mark brings out his phone from his pants once again, He opens it and deletes the message.
He heads back to Jeffrey.
He sticks his head in the room before entering.
He sees Jeff sleeping.
"How long as he been out for?." Mark asks the nurse who was checking on his vitals.
"Since I've been in here." She stats.
Mark takes a seat near the wall, His hands were tucked in his lap and he leaned his head back, Closing his eyes.
"...Mark..Mark." Jeff whispers.
Mark had fallen asleep, He opens his eyes seeing Jeff standing before him, Dressed in his street clothes.
"What are you doing?." Mark asks as he stands up, Noticing the doctor in the room writing down something on a piece of paper.
"We're gonna go home now, ..Dad." Jeff smiles.
Jeff turns to the doctor " He says I'm good to go."
The Doctor places his hand out to Mark "Your son had a nasty taste of the flu, He said he was out in the rain yesterday, During a storm." The doctor explains with a menacing glare focused on Mark.
"...I didn't know that he was out, I work rather late." Mark gulps while lying. He sure hoped that god would forgive him.
Jeff turns his attention to Mark, His smile still spread acrossed his face. "The doc said he'll prescribe me some meds that you'll have to pick up before we head home." Jeff says with a nudge to Mark.
Mark looks down to Jeff "...Yeah..sure." Mark whispers.
Mark watches Jeff walk to the drink machine with the 25 cents that he had handed him when asked.
"... That one don't work." Mark hollers over to Jeff when he was headed to the one that was broken down. He had known because he himself went to that one to try to get a Coke which that machine was the only one to have them, He eventually had to settle for coffee. Jeff looks over to Mark and nods his head before heading to the next one over. Jeff wanted Coke aswell but had to settle for bottled water, Which was for the best probably, Considering that he wasn't exactly over the flu. His head still hurt and he still felt a little nauseous.
Mark was still standing by the nurses station trying to get the paperwork stating what Jeff was given during his stay and all that. Mark knew that he would need it to give to Jeff's REAL dad.
"So am I finally gonna learn where you live?." Jeff asks smiling.
Mark puts his shades back on, The sun was still high in the sky and even with it being close to 5:40 the sun was still pretty bright out. Unfortunately he had no others to give to Jeff, So he was forced to squint the entire time they were getting to Mark's vehicle, It didn't seem to faze Jeff none, He was still smiling. It had Mark so surprised that he had to ask Jeff "..What kinds of drugs did they give you in that IV?." Jeff shrugs " I don't know." was his reply.
Mark smiles too after that and they finally reach the Jeep.
Jeff looks around confused, Much like he was when first waking up in the ambulance, And when he woke up seeing Mark."Where's your motorcycle?"
"You think that that's the only vehicle I own?." Mark replies. Sure, My dad only has his Station-wagon. Jeff thinks to himself.
Jeff shrugs "I guess I just assumed." He whispers Sort of sad to see that he wasn't gonna beable to grab ahold of Mark.
Mark unlocks the Jeep and gets inside. "Come on." Mark stats as he sees Jeff standing on the other side of the Jeep, Not moving or even reaching out to open the door.
Mark sits in his seat for a second before walking back out and around the car. "What's wrong?." He asks, Leaning down to beable to look into Jeff's eyes.
" Nothing, I just realized that your probably gonna take me back home. Ain't you?." Jeff replies.
"Sure, But we don't have to go to see your dad right away." He stats, Placing a firm hand on Jeff's shoulder.
Jeff opens the door and hops inside of it. "Well, Let's go then." Jeff hollers
Mark could not help but laugh at Jeff's excited nature.
"..So where we going. Your the driver." Mark says.
Jeff thinks about it for a minute, His fingers clutching the armrest. "How about your house" He begins to say before he starts feeling really bad. "... I think it's starting to wear off." He whispers.
"What is?." Mark asks rather confused for the moment, He wasn't exactly sure just what Jeff was referring too, Not until Jeff rushes out the door and throws up.
Mark nods as he waits patiently for Jeff to get through and for him to get back into the Jeep.
"..My house we go then, But first I've gotta pick up your prescriptions. It shouldn't take but a few minutes. You can stay out here if you don't feel up to going in." Mark says as he turns on the air.
Jeff sits down on the comfy seat, It was a real nice Jeep, It had to be brand-new. Jeff would have checked out more about it but he felt so bad that he didn't want to move if he didn't have too. He did how-ever check out Mark's cds which were right inside the glove compartment..
"He listens to Pearl Jam, Awesome." Jeff speaks out-loud.
Mark gets back into the Jeep "Sorry it took longer then expected. Are you alright?." He asks concerned.
"I'm good." Jeff says, His face was sweating again.
Mark looks at Jeff intently "Are you sure, I think you need to go back to the hospital."
" NO... I'm fine, I just need to lie down."
Mark reaches over Jeff's body, Jeff almost sat up unsure of what he was doing when Mark presses the latch down on the chair. " You can lie down now, Just put your weight down on the chair." Mark stats. Jeff does as said and sure enough the chair went to a lower position. "Cool, My dad's Station-Wagon doesn't do this. If you wanna lie down, You've gotta get in the very back seat." Jeff explains. Mark nods "..I'm sure your right."
Jeff didn't like Mark's phrase "What,... you don't believe me!." He yells, His attitude not being persuaded to stay at bay, Even if it's Mark. Jeff didn't care how Mark makes him feel, He wasn't gotta let anyone mock him.
Mark slows down and stops at the stop-sign, While stopped he turns to look at Jeff "I think you got the wrong impression Jeffrey, I didn't meant to upset you. I was just merely implying that I thought you were right."
"Then why did you say I'm sure for. If you thought I was right then why didn't you just say your right. You made it sound like I was stupid or something."
Mark continues to look at Jeff "..I didn't mean to make it sound like anything Jeff."
Jeff grabs a hold of the latch to place the seat up to its original position, He grabbed it rather too roughly then he intended too and he gazed at Mark to see if he was looking, Which he wasn't. Jeff rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.
TBC
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