authors note!: hey, sorry for not posting in forever! dont hate, but i just dont feel like explaining why:/ anyways, not school related as it usually is, but still, it just kind of hit me, like 3 minutes before i began writing. read and review, darlings and dudes! The song is called 'Friend' by Everlast. great band, check them outtt. and the last part is actually from an episode of law and order: SVU (dont kill me!) but i thought it was cute, so i used it. the *'s represent the quote. gracias, y de nada. adios!
There's a sickness in my soul,
And I don't know, but I've been told it's uncurable.
There's a darkness in my heart,
Slowly tearing me apart, it's unbearable.
A drop of blood, a lake of tears,
And baby after all these years, you're still beautiful.
And I've been loved, and I've been used,
Cut wide open, scarred and bruised, I'm unbreakable.
"Teresa, what do you remember happening?"
Her heart was throbbing in her head, her body feeling woozy, and she was lightheaded.
"Teresa?"
"Alright, already! Damn, don't you have any patience?!" She yelled at the man. She heard someone chuckle in the background.
"Alright, doc. Let me take over. I'll talk to her, otherwise someone's head is going to get knocked off by the first thing this chick can find once you push her nerves to their end." She couldn't put a finger on it yet, but she recognized the voice. Everything was in slow motion, yet it felt like she had already been awake for years.
She heard footsteps, and a door closing. A hand gripped hers, and a warm hand come up and across her forehead.
"Tess, what's up?"
She groaned. "Patrick? Is that you?"
"Yes ma'am, it is!" he piped.
She smiled a bit, before gripping his hand as if it were the only thing keeping her conscious.
"What do you remember hon.?" He whispered softly. "Tell me with as much detail and description as possible."
"I remembered gripping on to your hand as they rushed me through the doors of the hospital. I remember feeling the bullet throbbing in my abdomen, and the doctor's hands applying pressure to the wound." She shut her eyes and her throat closed up.
"Shhhh, it's going to be okay, baby girl. Shhhh." Patrick cooed in her ear.
"That little boy, where is he?" Teresa tried to sit up, but Patrick held her down.
"He didn't make it." Patrick whispered.
She flopped her head back and bit her lip, sustaining a cry.
Flesh it heals I know, hearts they never mend.
Lovers come and go girl right now I need a friend.
She calmed down quickly, breathing shallow and through her nose.
"The doctors say you have a pretty good chance."
"Pretty good? So there is a chance I won't make it." She frowned.
"Don't be a pessimist! Teresa, you are unbreakable. You are going to make it." Patrick brushed his hand over her wound, making her flinch a bit.
"What makes you think that?" She looked away.
"Well, you are Teresa Lisbon. And, you are so strong, mentally and physically, allowing your body to comprehend the damage of this situation and allow itself to heal." He paused, and looked away.
"Oh yeah, I might have also donated some blood okay bye love you heal quick!" He leaned forward quickly and kissed her forehead and ran out of the room before she could even speak.
"You-ah- him-du-donate-yo- PATRICK!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, so bad that her abdomen clenched and her would contracted, causing her to wince and cry out in pain.
There's a sickness in my soul,
And I don't know, but I've been told it's uncurable.
There's a darkness in my heart,
Slowly tearing me apart, it's unbearable, yeah.
Patrick was rolling Teresa in the wheelchair down the hall to physical therapy.
"Why the hell do I even need PT? All I need to do is stretch." Teresa frowned.
"Well, babe, basically the doctors have the right equipment for this stuff, you need to get stronger, and oh yeah! You had a bullet in you." He stopped her at the door and pushed it open.
He helped her out of the wheelchair and into a standing position. Her stomach burned like hell, but she would never tell him that. She had been so lonely in the hospital, and this was the only time she got human contact... no way was she going to be stuck with doctors for this long.
She sat on the ball, and leaned back, rolling it onto the arch of her back, stretching backwards and putting her fingertips on the floor behind her head. Patrick had one hand on her healthy hip, and another on the back of the ball. The shirt that Patrick had brought her was showing her mid-drift, and her bandaged wound, red and blotchy all around it.
Right now I need a friend;
Teresa stood up and Patrick helped her back to her wheelchair.
"Patrick," She paused.
"Mmm?" He absentmindedly responded.
"Thank you, for being here. I really just needed a friend. To be here with me. And thank you, to no end for donating blood. I don't know what I would do without you."
"Teresa, you are absolutely welcome. *I'd give you a kidney, if I had to." HE smiled at her.
"Not if I gave you one of mine first."* She smiled back at him.
There's a sickness in my soul,
And I don't know what I've been told, it's uncurable.