Reaching for You. //Jack (Matthew)
Feb 21, 2014 6:46:38 GMT -5
Post by * on Feb 21, 2014 6:46:38 GMT -5
Pain medicines and sleep have taken over me as of the other day. Fighting in the underground scene has not only proven to make me feel invigorating after that win, but angry that the one person that needed to see it knows the situation by a different means. I was simply attacked in the streets that resulted in me having my elbow dislocated and my arm rebroken. My father's not even came to see me, yet uses Jeran as the middleman to make decisions. Where he is, I'll never know as the doctors have not let me out of this bed yet. "Two days... come on." I state and allow myself a few moments to wiggle my fingers, which pull directly toward my messed up arm. Well, if I get anywhere from this, I will wait until I'm fully healed before I fight again. I was pretty dim to go out and think I wouldn't be hurt again. Damn it!
I close and open my eyes a few times as I try to get the medicine to wear off so I'm not wanting to doze off to sleep again. I can't wait to get out of here and I hate staying in this place. Too many times I've been in the hospital. My new goal? Stay out of this place even if I have to play it safe for a while. This will be the last time I'm hooked up to machines and crap. As if I need the interruption, a nurse comes in and addresses me by my name and starts to hook me up to the machine to monitor my blood pressure while she starts checking a few other things as well.
"Pain, Miss Ruze?" I shake my head because I don't want to sleep anymore. She seems pleased to know that and grins. "They'll be letting you outsometime tonight or tomorrow morning. So, don't you worry. You'll be out of here in no time."
"Thank you." I simply state as she moves over to my arm to check the stitches and feel of my fingers for the temperature of my skin. "It's healing good. Fingers move. I feel the pain, so the surgery did what it was suppose to."
The nurse gives off a bit of a chuckle when I make it sound like I'm the nurse informing her of what's going on within my own body and how I'm starting to heal. She nods her head, pushes a few buttons on the machine and writes down in her vitals book and exits without another word leaving me alone in my room to stare at the brace on my arm. I let out an exaggerated sigh before another knock on the door interrupts my quiet moment and the voice that comes with it instantly sends this chill down my back yet makes me smile incredibly huge.
"I won!" What a lousy way to start the conversation.
(487 - PAT)
I close and open my eyes a few times as I try to get the medicine to wear off so I'm not wanting to doze off to sleep again. I can't wait to get out of here and I hate staying in this place. Too many times I've been in the hospital. My new goal? Stay out of this place even if I have to play it safe for a while. This will be the last time I'm hooked up to machines and crap. As if I need the interruption, a nurse comes in and addresses me by my name and starts to hook me up to the machine to monitor my blood pressure while she starts checking a few other things as well.
"Pain, Miss Ruze?" I shake my head because I don't want to sleep anymore. She seems pleased to know that and grins. "They'll be letting you outsometime tonight or tomorrow morning. So, don't you worry. You'll be out of here in no time."
"Thank you." I simply state as she moves over to my arm to check the stitches and feel of my fingers for the temperature of my skin. "It's healing good. Fingers move. I feel the pain, so the surgery did what it was suppose to."
The nurse gives off a bit of a chuckle when I make it sound like I'm the nurse informing her of what's going on within my own body and how I'm starting to heal. She nods her head, pushes a few buttons on the machine and writes down in her vitals book and exits without another word leaving me alone in my room to stare at the brace on my arm. I let out an exaggerated sigh before another knock on the door interrupts my quiet moment and the voice that comes with it instantly sends this chill down my back yet makes me smile incredibly huge.
"I won!" What a lousy way to start the conversation.
(487 - PAT)