Before The End

Chapter 32

I look at a metallic looking wall, there's a TV in the corner humming today's news,some sort of table at the foot of the bed that held nothing on it currently, and a rather uncomfortable looking chair in the corner of the room.

I also noticed that I had been tucked into a bed with soft yet scratchy white covers that pressed against my fingers, and my head laid across a few pillows.

And the room smelled like nothing.

If anyone asked what nothing smelled like, I would point them to the direction of this room.

It literally smelled of nothing.

Reeked of nothing.

Nothing.

Jesus Christ my sides hurt.

And my head.

I tilted my head a little upwards and was rewarded with a what felt like a little pinch in the back of my head, and as little as it sounds, that fucker fucking burned dude, I would give anything never to feel that type of pain again.

What was wrong with my head?

Where the hell was I?

I carefully lifted the covers off me and saw that I hadn't been taken out of my normal clothes, and thank god too; the idea of some nurse or doctor or whatever dressing me while I was unconscious and seeing me naked was a little unsettling, not to mention the fact...

Oh fuck.

Oh my fucking god.

I quickly threw the covers back onto myself and snakes my hands up to wear the sore spot was on my side.

Nope, I didn't feel a bandage there.

Just a lot of pain from just touching it.

I flinched a little.

I sighed of relief, it was just a bruise, quite a bitch of bruise sure, but a bruise all the same.

Nothing down there was broken.

So what was wrong with me?

Why was I here?

A face peeked through the hospital door's slotted window, and soon after the door had been opened.

A dark skinned lady in blue scrubs stood at the entryway looking me over, she held a clipboard in one hand and had her other hand was placed on her green stethoscope that was curled around her neck. She looked to be in her late twenties, at oldest her early thirties.

"How y'all doing?" She asked me with a smile on her face as she approached the bed.

I murmured something about being find and cut to the chase "I don't mean to sound rude m'am, but why am I here?"

The lady had a puzzled look on her face and said "you don't know why?"

I shook my head to confirm it.

"You had a miner concussion. It was nothing, you'll be going home tonight."

Now it was my turn to be puzzled, and I guess she saw that I was.

"Feels your head" she said.

I put my index and middle together and tenderly pressed them against my head.

Sweet Jesus.

That really.

Fucking.

Hurt.

I flinched and the lady gave me an apologetic smile.

"Look, I'm really sorry sugar because I know you probably just want to sleep right now- I don't blame you, but I was told to ask you one question."

"And what is it?" I asked irritated. I did not want to deal with this shit, I wanted to go home, talk to Rose, talk to John, maybe talk to Jade if I wasn't in a complete shitty mood, and sleep.

"How'd this occur?"

My blood froze as the memories came flooding back through the barrier, I started to feel physically sick. The locker room, the older kids, my ribs, the Sea Of Idiots backing away from me, everything.

Fuck, it hurt?

"Sugar, are you gonna faint?"

"U-u-uh no, but uhm it was probably when I fell, I slipped on some rolling pencil you see and being the complete fucking klutz I am I slipped on it and cracked my head."

The lady gave a light hearted laugh and wrote something down on her clipboard. She then looked back to me, thanked me and exited to room.

She also informed me that Bro would be checking me out at 8:15 P.M. tonight.

Thank god.