“Jesus Christ! I thought you said you gave me pain meds!” Two men are now holding down my shoulders as two others remove my skate from my foot and cut my shin guards off. If I could punch that man in the face right now I would.
“Push another 50 mcg.”
“I need to call my girlfriend!”
“Transpo’s here for his MRI.”
“Hi, William, can you please confirm your full name and date of birth for me?”
“Can someone please explain to me what the fuck is going on!”
There’s a moment of pause before the man who's been talking non stop leans over my hospital bed. “You messed up your knee pretty bad. You’re definitely going to need surgery. The MRI you’re about to get will tell us if you need emergency surgery tonight or if we can stabilize you and get you on the surgery schedule for tomorrow morning. I know you want to call your girlfriend, but I’m trying to make sure you’re going to walk again, preferably without a limp for the rest of your life.”
Just then, like a one two sucker punch, the second dose of the pain killers kick in and I lose the ability to form complex thoughts.
“I’m hungry,” I announce. The person pushing my hospital gurney laughs.
“That’s good. Hopefully we can get you some food here pretty soon.”
Two people have to transfer me to the MRI table, stuffing pillows around my leg to keep it from moving. Right now my leg is at some strange horrible angle that’s causing my ass cheeks to go numb. They let me pick the radio station to listen to while in the machine and I try not to think about how badly my knee is fucked up.
I have no idea how long I’ve been in this machine when they pull me out and transfer me back to the hospital gurney. I don’t realize they aren’t taking me back down to the ER until I’m being pushed into a full room and see Kennedy in the corner of the room sitting in a chair.
“All right, William,” A feminine voice says after having me confirm my name and date of birth. “I’m going to be your nurse tonight. Looks like you’re due for another dose of painmeds, you should be feeling these pretty quickly.” I’m once more hit on the head with multiple bricks and suddenly my body feels like it's floating. “The doctor should be in here shortly to discuss next steps.”
“Bye, thank you,” Kennedy says, standing next to my hospital bed, hands hovering in the air, unsure what to do or where she’s allowed to touch me.
I grab her hand, threading my fingers together with her icicles, finally able to relax knowing she’s here. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Hi, Will,” Miranda’s voice says from somewhere. “I know you’re high on whatever pain meds they gave you, but before you say something neither of us wants me to hear, just know: I’m here too.”
Kennedy lets out a watery laugh at that. I gasp, suddenly remembering my exposed chest with Miranda here, my hands shooting up to cover myself, only to discover a mint green hospital gown covering me up that I have no recollection of shoving my arms through.
Kennedy pulls a chair right up to the edge of my bed and drapes her arm over the railing, ice cold hand clutching mine, just the way I like it. Her face is red and blotchy and I can tell she’s been crying. “Why’re you crying, baby? Don’t cry, I’m fine. I’m literally fine.” I say it as best as I can but my tongue feels a little heavy and I think the words are coming out slow.
“You’re not fine. Stop saying you’re fine!”
“Okay, I’m not fine. I need you to kiss it better.”
“Still here,” Miranda says, again from somewhere. I forgot she was here.
Kennedy swipes a cool hand across my forehead and down my jaw, pulling a groan out of me. Why does that feel so good? “How’re you feeling? The meds the nurse gave you should be working by now, right?”
I turn my head toward her palm and attempt to plant a few open mouth kisses. “Better now that you’re here.”
“This is painful,” Miranda says from somewhere. Kennedy goes red. I love how easily she blushes. It’s so cute. I love making her blush.
“Miranda can you shut up? You’re really ruining my fucking rizz right now.” I don’t know why that makes Kennedy laugh, but I’ll say it a hundred more times because I love when she laughs at me being stupid.
“Do you hear yourself? I’m ruining yourrizz?”
Kennedy looks somewhere beyond my hospital bed, I’m assuming where Miranda must be. “He’s clearly out of his mind on pain meds, give him a break,” then she fixes her gaze at me, “Be nice.”
I wink. “I’m always nice,” I purr, flicking my eyes over her seductively. “You know that.”
“I actually can’t be in here right now. This is too much for me to handle. I’m sorry, I’ll be back in five minutes.”
“Finally!” I wish I knew where she was so I could flick her off. Instead I yell after her, “Thanks for ruining my moment again! Don’t come back until you can handle being around people in love!” I tilt my chin up towards Kennedy, hoping she gets the hint that I want to make out right now. I lick my lips and wink at her again. “Now where were we?”
