Chapter 2
The morning drug on for Jason, and still no nurses. It was getting a little difficult for Jason not to get angry. Where in the hell were these people, his parents weren't paying out there asses for him to sit in a bed all day. Struggling to get himself to a sitting position, his body groaned in protest,
"I know old buddy, I know", he said to himself. His back felt like a thousand tiny needles were rammed into his back. Nice to know that he still had feeling there, thank god for small miracles right? Giving the pain a second to subside, slowly but surely it ceased leaving his back stiff. Groaning slightly, he reached out and snagged his chair. Seeing that he couldn't grip well, the rubber handles slipped away from him. He cursed under his breath and reached out again, but the chair was too far, and he overextended himself. He toppled from his bed, landing heavily on his shoulder.
"Son of a bitch!" He yelled to the empty room. His shoulder hurt and bad, pulling his chair to him, he struggled into the seat, already sweating in the false heat of the sterile hospital room. Catching his breath he grabbed the wheels and rolled on out.
The sun that had reached his window earlier that morning now streamed lazily across the soft white walls of the hospital hallway. Wow it was quiet he thought. You would think it would be bustling here around this time. But only a nurse here and there scuttled through some double doors at the end of the hallway. He rolled that way, grimacing as the rough wheel dug harshly into the palm of his hand. The nurses station lay ahead, and finally he caught up to one of them. Nurse Jackson, oh how he had lusted after her the first week or two after being stuck in here. Lyla for sure wouldn't have understood, but he didn't care. After what she did, she was dead to him.
Nurse Jackson had shoulder length mahogany curls, and the best breasts Jason had ever seen. Oh what I would do to that if I could walk he thought chuckling to himself. She noticed him rolling up and turned to face him, her smile lit up his already gloomy day, and he couldn't help but smile back.
"Mr. Street, what are you doing out of your room?"