"I swear, if they don't appear soon, we should just go home." Luke said, crossing his arms and glaring angrily at the double doors. Ryan secretly agreed, but he wasn't going to leave his girlfriend alone with Oliver. "How are you feeling?" He asked. Ryan shrugged, what was there to say? He had been wondering in his head if it would hurt more or less if he just sawed his leg off with chainsaw.
"Why don't you go? We could get a cab or something," Ryan offered. It really wasn't fair to Luke that he was stuck here. He wasn't dating Marissa. He was only here because Ryan couldn't drive.
Luke shrugged, "Nah, I'll wait."
As if on cue, Marissa appeared, "Hey," Ryan sat forward, but didn't even try to stand up.
"Hey guys," she looked tired, and she rolled her neck like it was sore. Ryan grabbed her hand and pulled her into the chair next to him, without a word, he gently began to kneed her neck. "Thanks, that feels good. It's kind of stiff,"
"Yeah," Ryan said, "Any word on Oliver?"
"Yeah, he's still in so much pain and they can't find anything, so they're going to run some more tests. Make sure they didn't miss anything."
"Like the fact that he's faking it?" Luke asked.
"What?" Marissa snapped her head towards him, then winced slightly.
"Nothing…" Luke muttered. "How much longer?"
"I dunno, they're sending him down for another CT scan."
"Great," Luke rolled his eyes. He was in for at least another 2 hours of waiting, but he wasn't going to abandon Ryan. The poor guy looked like he was about to faint, how did Marissa not notice? "Think you can hold out Ryan?" He asked, pointedly. He knew Ryan hadn't told Marissa yet.
Ryan glared at him, "I'm fine."
"Why? What's wrong?" It had worked, Marissa snapped to attention.
"Eh, nothing." Ryan said.
"He hurt his knee skiing," Luke answered for him.
"Is it okay?" Marissa had the decency to sound concerned.
"It's fine," Ryan snarled, shooting daggers at Luke.
"Let me put it to you this way Marissa," Luke got up and walked about three feet away. "Ryan, your mother is a drunk who would have left you for dead you and you are a pansy living off the sweat of the Cohen's probably waiting until you can rob them. And I've done your girlfriend." For a moment, Luke flinched. A normal Ryan would have thrown at least three punches by now. This Ryan just sat there looking angry and clenching his fists, but making no attempts to move.
"I'm going to get you back for that," Ryan growled.
"Luke, why did you say that?" Marissa stared at Luke, and then at Ryan. She was really impressed by how well Ryan was keeping his anger in check, but shouldn't he at least try and defend her honor? Not just sit there and mutter at Luke?
"To prove a point." Luke relaxed and crossed his arms. "Ryan can't walk right now, in fact, I don't even think he can stand. If you weren't so busy with that faker in there, you might have noticed. Look at him!" Marissa did, "He's sweating, and its not hot in here, he's ghost white, and have you not noticed that he's been sitting with his leg completely straight in front of him this whole time? Kind of an awkward position if you ask me." He walked closed to Ryan, and raised his foot as if he were about kick Ryan's foot. Out of instinct, and nervous about how far Luke was willing to go, Ryan grabbed his knee to try and brace it against the impact. The wave of dizzying pain never came, and when he looked up, Luke had lowered his foot, and Marissa was staring at him.
"Maybe you should see a doctor…" She offered, peering intently at him.
"About time you noticed, jeez…" Luke slumped down into a chair, still a safe distance from Ryan who looked absolutely furious.
"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"
"You were just in a car accident… I didn't…" Ryan reached up and wiped away the sweat from his brow. He hadn't even noticed until Luke pointed it out.
"Does it hurt?" Marissa asked gently.
"Yeah," Ryan admitted.
"Hey nurse," Luke gestured a nurse who was nearby- not the pretty one unfortunately, "I think my friend needs medical attention." She looked around the group of kids, unsure what was going on. These guys had been here for hours, now they decided they needed medical attention? As if on cue, although it was an accident, Marissa accidentally bumped Ryan's out – stretched leg with her foot. Tears immediately sprang to Ryan's eyes, and he doubled forward, grabbing his leg as if to try and stop the pain radiating through it, and let out a small, strangled cry of pain.
"I'll get a wheelchair…" The nurse said, hustling away.
"Thanks," Luke smiled, and leaned back, glad Ryan would finally be getting the medical attention he desperately needed.