Chapter 3:
Okay, so in advance I'm sorry. Since I'm saying this now, please don't beat me up afterwards. This is going to be one EXTREMELY short chapter. Only about two pages on MW- if that… I am truly sorry, but it's a Friday night, I'm tired, I've got studying to do, and I'm just out of ideas right now. So again, I'm sorry, and don't beat me up.
He walked back in, carrying that stupid clipboard of his. He looked over to me. "Well, there is good news and bad news. What first?" Bad news? Wow, real shocker. Good news? I was genuinely surprised at that.
"Good, please." I said. He opened his mouth and said…
"Well, the good news is that your head is okay… more or less. Just lots of bruising." He said, and looked at me for a reaction. I nodded.
"And… the bad news?" I asked. He sighed.
"I don't know where to begin… Well, your left arm is broken, and your right leg. One of the bones in your foot is fractured, and you have three broken ribs. Looks like you'll need a cast for your leg, arm, and foot. As for the ribs, you'll need a torso cast for that, also. That must have been one rough fall…" He looked sympathetic and doubtful at the same time.
"Ugh! And how long will that take?" I asked, wanting to punch the stupid doctor in the face. Then again, it wasn't his fault my entire body hurt. God, I wanted to murder Ari, but I didn't have that wild an imagination. Well, not right now anyway…
"A few hours. I'll do my best to hurry it along, though, because you will feel a bit of pain during the process, with the severe damage your bones have gone through." He tried not to make it sound awful, but his attempt was wasted. Thankfully, he was right and in a few hours, I was all casted up and ready to leave. But, on the other hand, I was having an even harder time moving around in this stupid thing than I did without the dumb casts.
"Ready to go home?" Ari asked, handing the woman at the desk the trillion dollars it must have cost for this treatment.
"What do you think?" I asked, already drifting into a light sleep. I guess there were two reasons he ignored me. One, we were in public. Two, because I was asleep before I could hear his response.
…
"Max… Max?" Ari's voice was zoning in and out in my head, but after focusing, I could finally be sure that it was him talking to me, and I wasn't dreaming.
"Meh! What do you want? Go away, I'm tired…" My voice was extremely slurry when the words left my mouth. I couldn't feel… anything. I felt-on the inside- lousy as heck, and all I wanted to do was sleep. Forever.
"Max, you've been sleeping for two days. I think it would be a good idea for you to get up now…" He didn't sound anything like I'd ever heard from him. He didn't sound mean, he didn't sound angry, he didn't even sound like he wanted me. For once, for the first time, he sounded… friendly. It was actually kind of nice. The sort of tone I'd get from Fang or Angel on a good day.
Then it struck me. "Three days?" I said, still slurry, but more alert now. I jolted upright and immediately cringed and fell back down, moaning. That would be why. Ouch, I'm an idiot. Ahhhhhh! How long would I be able to live like this? I can't even move, for Pete's sake!
"Careful, Max. Don't make any sudden movements, or that will happen a lot. And, yeah, three days. I've been board as heck with you asleep. Oh, and, the doctor called. Told me to give you these for the pain." He held out two large tablets and a glass of water.
"Pain killers? Why?" I whined. I didn't want to take any stupid pills. I'd gone my entire life getting hurt and getting through it without these stupid things, so why should I end that now? My question was instantly ended when I tried to lift my head up from the soft, marshmallow pillow currently under my head.
"Fine, I'll take that stupid pills…" I said, not wanting to be in this much pain. How long Doctor Indian say this did would last? Six months? Okay, so for me, it would be about three. I popped the two pills into my mouth, took a sip of water and swallowed hard. The pills barely went down without me choking, but that was better than nothing.
"Okay. Now, I need you to eat. What do you want?" He asked. I thought about my options-that is, the things I could eat laying down- and decided that I wanted mashed potatoes.
"For breakfast?" He asked. What was so weird about a crippled person eating mashed potatoes for breakfast?
"What about I blend up some pancakes and scrambled eggs, and you drink it?" He asked. It sounded kind of repulsing, but whatever. I'm not one to turn down food.
"Yeah, sure. Can I sleep for just a little while longer?" I asked. I was still really tired. I couldn't have been down two days. I wouldn't be this tired if I'd been sleeping that long. That was when I thought I'd probably been in a coma…
"No." He said firmly. That wasn't fair!
"But-" He interrupted me.
"No buts. Now, let me help you sit up." He came over and carefully slid his arm under my legs, and the other on my back. He counted to three and lifted me up slightly, putting me in a sitting position. I let out a squeal of pain, and that was it. I was completely numb.
"I'm sorry. I'll be right back."
Okay, well, I'm really tired. I can't write any more, or I might just roll over and die. Sorry, and bye!