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chapter 30: pain
I sighed loudly as I watched dad storm out of the room. He was really mad.
"He hates me." I said, looking down.
"Don't be stupid Stella. He doesn't hate you. Just give him time to cool off and think." Henry replied softly.
"I know." I said, not convinced. Just then Garcia walked into the room, carrying three sodas and chocolate bars.
"Why did I just bump into your very angry dad?" She asked.
"He's not to pleased about our little game of dares." Henry tried to say lightly.
"He absolutely hates me Penelope." I sighed.
"I'm sure that's not true sweetie. He's probably just a bit angry and worried, but just give him time. I got you a soda, thought some sugar would add a little color to your cheeks." Penelope said lightly. She opened the soda and passed it to me.
"Thanks." I replied. She wasn't wrong, having sugar inside of me, made me feel a great deal better.
"Do you need anything else? Are you in any pain?" Garcia asked kindly. To tell you the truth I was throbbing all over. I was so desperate to get home and I knew that they'd only keep me in longer if I had any pain relief.
"I'm fine thanks, it barely hurts." I lied. Garcia smiled, believing me. There was a knock on the door and I was hopeful that it was dad. I couldn't help but sigh a little when I saw it was only a nurse.
"Hey there Stella. It's good to see you're up and drinking. You've made quite a bit of progress, so hopefully you'll be discharged soon." She smiled. This was the news I wanted to hear and I couldn't help but smile.
"I'm just going to run through a few questions. On a scale of one to ten, ten being the most, how much pain are you in?" The nurse asked. I wasn't quite sure how to answer this question. If I was being honest, I'd say at least a seven. I'd been asked this question many times before as I was extremely accident prone. Never once had I answered a ten. For me answering ten on the scale was only when I felt true pain, like when my mum died.
"I'd say around three, four." I lied again.
"Oh that's good. So you don't feel the need for anymore pain relief?" She asked.
"Nope, I feel fine." I said. For some reason it was so easy to lie.
"That's great. I think I'll discharge you within the next hour then. You may feel a bit nauseous, due to the anesthetic. You may also feel very sore and bruised over the next couple of days, so I suggest bed rest for at least two days and please take it easy." She said gently.
"I will." I promised. "And thank you."
The nurse smiled, then left the room. I was just so relived that I was going home, I couldn't stop the smile forming on my face.
"So I take it, you won't be going into school on Monday." He smirked.
"Yes, no school for me. You're just going to have to battle on without me." I joked.
"Maybe on Tuesday you should go find new friends. We broke you already and you've only been in school for a week." Henry laughed. I laughed back but it hurt, so I stopped.
"What fun would that be." I said quickly, trying to cover up the pain I was in.
"N'aww you two are so adorable." Garcia cooed. This caused the pair of us to blush. "Do you want your chocolate bar?"
"I'm fine thanks." I replied. I was starting to feel a bit nauseous.
"You should eat something Stella." Garcia urged. Just the thought of food made me feel sick.
"Honestly, I'm fine." I insisted.
"Okay, just tell me when you want it though." Garcia smiled kindly.
"Garcia, do you think you could find my dad. It's just I really want to make up with him." I asked quietly.
"Yeah sure sweetie." Garcia said standing.
"If you find him, tell him I love him and I understand if he hates me." I practically whispered. Garcia was just about to leave when dad walked through the door.
"I don't hate you Stella. I was just worried." Dad said gently. He was a lot more calmer.
"I know and I'm sorry." I said back.
"Yeah I'm sorry to spencer, I should of kept more of an eye on her." Henry said apologetically.
"It's fine. We'll talk about it another time though." Dad said, not completely dropping the matter.
"Okay." I agreed. I was just so happy he'd forgiven me.
The nurse had come in about half an hour later with my discharge forms. Dad filled them out and I was finally discharged. I was helped into a wheelchair, but as soon as I got out of bed I felt dizzy and nauseous. Dad wheeled me to the car and helped me get inside. Henry went with Garcia, as he was going to stay with Garcia till Will or JJ got back.
"You comfortable?" Dad asked me as he started the car.
"Yeah." I lied. I felt so sick and every part of me was throbbing. As the car started moving, I seemed to feel worse and worse.
"How about we watch one of your Disney films and order a take way when we get home." Dad suggested. I nodded. Just dad mentioning food made me nearly loose control.
"I heard your conversation with the nurse, and I know you're lying. You're feeling a lot worse than a three or four. I'll pop to the drug store to get you some pain killers." Dad said kindly. Dad never had painkillers in his house. He had told me about his past and I knew about his addiction. It made me admire him more, because he conquered it. He didn't let what happened to him completely ruin his life.
"Thanks." I said quietly. I was trying to distract myself as best I could. We were nearly home, so I didn't have to wait long to throw myself on the sofa. I was actually convinced I was going to make it the whole journey without throwing up; that is until we hit a literal bump in the road.
"Pull over." I shouted. Dad didn't need to be told twice. He quickly pulled over and opened the door. I was too sore to get out so I just kind of leaned over. I let the little content of my stomach empty. Dad got out of the car and started rubbing my back gently. After a while, I slowly sat up.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, sorry, the nurse said that I'll be nauseous." I apologized. I was in so much pain
"I know, don't worry Stella. I'm going to be here for you. I'm not going anywhere."