Hey! Thanks for the reviews so far! I'm loving it!
Thanks!
A few hours later he woke up in a hospital bed. His leg was in a white cast from his toes up to his hip, and he already knew that the cast was going to be a SOB for the next month or two… He tried wiggling his toes, he could move them, but it shot a flare of pain up his leg!
He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to block out the pain. Well… That attempt failed miserably…
Had they even given him painkillers…?
He cast a glance across the room, he was alone… His dad was probably talking to the doctor, and his pack hadn't been allowed in yet…
He laid his head back on the pillow to rest. It had been a long day…
And then he drifted out again…
…
A warm hand squeezing his own woke him up the next time. He had no chance at guessing how much time had passed since he woke up the last time. Or how many times he had been awake up until now…
His blurry vision focused on his dad after a while, and then a man with a white coat. The doctor…
"How bad is it?" his voice came across raw. He hadn't expected that… "How long am I out for? How long will I have to walk around with those evil contraptions called crutches this time?"
"You don't beat around the bush, do you?" the doc asked amused.
"No he sure don't…" his father answered for him.
"We're looking at eight to ten weeks as a starter. If you're lucky, it'll do with six or seven… But most likely eight to ten."
"So I've got two months, plus… And if I'm really unlucky… I probably get more…?"
"Correct… You will have to stay completely off that leg for the next month…"
Stiles rolled his eyes and let out an audible sigh... Four weeks with no weight on his leg at all would be torture, eight to ten weeks on crutches seemed impossible! He was already starting to get restless! What was he supposed to do for the next couple of months?!
And when would this stop hurting this much?
…
"We won the game!" Scott cheered from the doorway. Like he had read Stiles' mind. He had been picked up a couple of minutes before the end. And the teams had the same score when he 'left'.
"Aw man! GREAT!" a smile spread across his face, lighting up his eyes. ""Wish I could have been there to watch the rest of the game too!"
"Isaac scored the last one! We won by one!" Scott smirked, obviously a bit proud of his beta. "The rest of the team is coming over soon…"
"But you're first?"
"Yeah… Well… I headed straight over after the game!"
"You did…?"
"Yeah… I took a real 'Stiles' move!" Scott smiled and pushed his shoulder off of the doorframe.
"That's a thing now?"
"Yeah… Ever since you stayed the whole weekend for Lydia!"
…
Half an hour later the rest of the team entered the room. They were still a little high on the victory, but also a bit reserved since their fellow teammate was in the hospital bed, with a cast stretching the full length of his leg.
"How long will you stay crippled?" coach Finstock asked when he reached Stiles' bed.
"Bad choice of words, coach…" Danny groaned and ran a hand down his face in frustration. Sometimes he was impressed by Bobby Finstock's ability to find the worst words possible…
"Somewhere between six and ten weeks…" Stiles answered staring at his hands.
"That's the time you have to wear the cast and hop around with those crutches!" Scott butted in, "Then you have to regain your strength and get better!"
"Yada yada!" Stiles rolled his eyes and glared at the ceiling. Like he would be able to take it slow when he would finally be able to toss his crutches…
"Ouch! That sucks!" coach shook his head…
This was sort of an in-between chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed it!