Post by Ric on Jul 23, 2011 20:11:42 GMT -8
After his stint in the nurse's office he was picked up by his parents and driven to the hospital, just for a quick check up and x-ray's to see if anything had been broken after his encounter with the mountain posing as a teacher. Nothing was fractured or broken according to the scans, but they decided to put him on Naproxan and a wheel chair. He refused the wheel chair, meaning he was forced to stay in the hospital for the night. He fussed about the idea, but his thoughts were over looked by his parents whom quickly agreed with the doctors and nursing staff.
At this point in time he was left to his own devices, which was just his mind and the fuzzy T.V. screen that was placed up in the corner of his room. He went five years without T.V. so he knew he could go another night without listening to the latest scandals on the news. He turned the boob-tube off with his left arm, tossing the remote onto the visitors chair. He replayed the day's prior events, rerunning what had happened. It was the first time he'd felt so useless, so completely over matched. The teacher looked young, despite his size, so he figured there was at most 10 years between them. Could he accomplish that much in ten years? Could be do more in less time? These questions roamed around in his head, he needed to know what he could do to become stronger and faster in a shorter amount of time.
As his thoughts continued to formulate a nurse had opened the door and stepped inside. He'd noticed her, but didn't pay her much attention. As he focused more and more on his thoughts and internal questions he became less and less in tune with the outside world. The nurse was speaking to him, but he couldn't hear her. It was almost like white noise was the only thing filling his ears, but he couldn't even hear static. It was just silent as he stared straight ahead.
She started to come toward him, holding a tray of food with a small cup of pills and cup of water. He watched her, turning his vision toward her, and this is when he started to notice something a bit odd. It was like she was moving in slow motion, he was able to take in more details then before. Like how her skirt was conservative, yet still sewn a few inches higher above her knee compared to the other staff. She also had applied more make-up, and was wearing a darker shade of lip stick. To his knowledge, nursing staff wasn't really suppose to wear make-up, making him think she was trying to impress someone.
At this point in the evening the majority of the pain and swelling had gone away, so as she came in closer he leaned forward from his upright seated position on the bed and took the tray from her hands. He'd done so rather quickly, causing the food to shift back and forth at the quick jerks. He hadn't even realized how quickly he'd moved, but he was now aware that it was more rapid then he'd done so before. As he sat the tray down he looked up at the women, trying to listen to what she was saying. Laying the warm tray down on his lap and his concentration was broken. Her voice fluttered back into his ears, and he softly apologized for shocking her with his hasty actions.
He made up the excuse that he'd been pretty hungry, and she left with a soft smile, promising to return later to pick up the tray. He started with the mashed potatoes, eating half the portion before taking the pills. He finished off the rest, despite the feeling of being full having appeared. He wanted all the energy he could for when he got out. He decided it was time to get stronger, much, much stronger, in every aspect. And his new, little trick was going to help.
(I don't expect anyone to post to this, but if you really want to then feel free.)
At this point in time he was left to his own devices, which was just his mind and the fuzzy T.V. screen that was placed up in the corner of his room. He went five years without T.V. so he knew he could go another night without listening to the latest scandals on the news. He turned the boob-tube off with his left arm, tossing the remote onto the visitors chair. He replayed the day's prior events, rerunning what had happened. It was the first time he'd felt so useless, so completely over matched. The teacher looked young, despite his size, so he figured there was at most 10 years between them. Could he accomplish that much in ten years? Could be do more in less time? These questions roamed around in his head, he needed to know what he could do to become stronger and faster in a shorter amount of time.
As his thoughts continued to formulate a nurse had opened the door and stepped inside. He'd noticed her, but didn't pay her much attention. As he focused more and more on his thoughts and internal questions he became less and less in tune with the outside world. The nurse was speaking to him, but he couldn't hear her. It was almost like white noise was the only thing filling his ears, but he couldn't even hear static. It was just silent as he stared straight ahead.
She started to come toward him, holding a tray of food with a small cup of pills and cup of water. He watched her, turning his vision toward her, and this is when he started to notice something a bit odd. It was like she was moving in slow motion, he was able to take in more details then before. Like how her skirt was conservative, yet still sewn a few inches higher above her knee compared to the other staff. She also had applied more make-up, and was wearing a darker shade of lip stick. To his knowledge, nursing staff wasn't really suppose to wear make-up, making him think she was trying to impress someone.
At this point in the evening the majority of the pain and swelling had gone away, so as she came in closer he leaned forward from his upright seated position on the bed and took the tray from her hands. He'd done so rather quickly, causing the food to shift back and forth at the quick jerks. He hadn't even realized how quickly he'd moved, but he was now aware that it was more rapid then he'd done so before. As he sat the tray down he looked up at the women, trying to listen to what she was saying. Laying the warm tray down on his lap and his concentration was broken. Her voice fluttered back into his ears, and he softly apologized for shocking her with his hasty actions.
He made up the excuse that he'd been pretty hungry, and she left with a soft smile, promising to return later to pick up the tray. He started with the mashed potatoes, eating half the portion before taking the pills. He finished off the rest, despite the feeling of being full having appeared. He wanted all the energy he could for when he got out. He decided it was time to get stronger, much, much stronger, in every aspect. And his new, little trick was going to help.
(I don't expect anyone to post to this, but if you really want to then feel free.)