hear anything. I want this incessant beeping to stop, and I want to go home to bed.
The nurse returns with a young doctor and they look at my head. "Mr Lorey. You are so lucky. You will have a headache for a few days and a slight concussion. I will advise you to stay away from heavy machinery, no driving cars or quads or any of that stuff. No alcohol." The doctor turns to Tim. "He's going to need supervision for the next twenty-four hours. Make sure he wakes up, that kinda thing."
"Other than that. How are you feeling?"
"Besides the killer headache? I feel like a million bucks."
The doctor nods and doesn't offer me a smile. Barely looks in my direction. ER doctors have trouble with bedside manner, what's the point getting attached to patients if you don't know what's going to happen to them. "Alright then, Mr. Lorey. You are free to go. If you pass out, vision changes, start vomiting blood, etc., come straight back and we will check you out."
"Thank you, doctor."
"Yeah, thanks, doc." Tim chimes in. "Okay, well I guess we're roomies for a few days." Tim claps his hands together and rubs them briskly. It would appear that he's formulating some sort of plan, evil enough to take over the world. Or maybe he's just excited to be in control of me for once.
I sit up and slowly turn my head to face Tim. Glaring at him. He looks far too happy with this situation, and I don't like it. "Pass me my pants and get out while I change." I bark at my best friend while he continues to wring his hands.
I don't like this one bit.
Chapter 9
Tim's bachelor pad stinks like sweat socks. His sofa is full of popcorn kernels, and the table is filled with empty glasses. I look around the room in disgust. "Dude, this is where you bring the ladies? This is not sexy, and I can promise you, I refuse to put out until it's cleaned up." I walk in slowly and look around the place.
"Are you kidding? I go to their place. There is no way any chick will find out where I live. I refuse to bring them here." He scoops up some papers from the sofa. "Here, get comfortable." He points to the seat and walks away picking up discarded items as he goes. Dusting off the cushion, I take a seat and hold my head in my hands. I can't believe I have to stay here for the next few days, but it's not like I have any other options.
"What can I get you? Need a drink or anything?"
"A blanket, man. I need sleep. It's…" I begin and look at the clock. "7:23 in the morning? Are you serious?"
"Yeah, you were knocked out around midnight, and we got you to the hospital as quickly as we could. You only woke up an hour and a half ago." He yawns and stretches his arms above his head. "If anyone needs sleep, it's me. I'm going to catch a nap." Tim stands and walks to the bedroom, stopping in the hall as he does, he pulls an extra quilt from the towel closet. "We'll go get your pillow this afternoon along with whatever else you're going to need."
"I can use this." I pick up the throw pillow from the back of the sofa. "Don't forget to check on me to make sure I wake up." I remind him and roll my eyes.
"I'm setting my alarms."
Tim leaves me alone in the living room, and I hear the bathroom door close.
Laying down on the sofa, I toss and turn in an attempt to get comfortable. Trying to avoid the gauze on the crown of my head, I finally find acceptable comfort on my left side and pull the blanket up to my chin. No nausea, no dizziness. I should sleep well for the next hour or twelve.
Tossing and turning I can't sleep. I keep thinking back to my last hospital stay, even though I am trying desperately to avoid those thoughts. I lay here staring at the black television screen, reflecting myself laying here on the sofa.
Taking a deep breath, I sigh and slowly sit up. Raising my hand to the gauze bandage, I find myself touching it gingerly. I don't know what's under this bandage. I don't remember the nurses saying anything about stitches but surely there are some.
Bored, I stand and
The nurse returns with a young doctor and they look at my head. "Mr Lorey. You are so lucky. You will have a headache for a few days and a slight concussion. I will advise you to stay away from heavy machinery, no driving cars or quads or any of that stuff. No alcohol." The doctor turns to Tim. "He's going to need supervision for the next twenty-four hours. Make sure he wakes up, that kinda thing."
"Other than that. How are you feeling?"
"Besides the killer headache? I feel like a million bucks."
The doctor nods and doesn't offer me a smile. Barely looks in my direction. ER doctors have trouble with bedside manner, what's the point getting attached to patients if you don't know what's going to happen to them. "Alright then, Mr. Lorey. You are free to go. If you pass out, vision changes, start vomiting blood, etc., come straight back and we will check you out."
"Thank you, doctor."
"Yeah, thanks, doc." Tim chimes in. "Okay, well I guess we're roomies for a few days." Tim claps his hands together and rubs them briskly. It would appear that he's formulating some sort of plan, evil enough to take over the world. Or maybe he's just excited to be in control of me for once.
I sit up and slowly turn my head to face Tim. Glaring at him. He looks far too happy with this situation, and I don't like it. "Pass me my pants and get out while I change." I bark at my best friend while he continues to wring his hands.
I don't like this one bit.
Chapter 9
Tim's bachelor pad stinks like sweat socks. His sofa is full of popcorn kernels, and the table is filled with empty glasses. I look around the room in disgust. "Dude, this is where you bring the ladies? This is not sexy, and I can promise you, I refuse to put out until it's cleaned up." I walk in slowly and look around the place.
"Are you kidding? I go to their place. There is no way any chick will find out where I live. I refuse to bring them here." He scoops up some papers from the sofa. "Here, get comfortable." He points to the seat and walks away picking up discarded items as he goes. Dusting off the cushion, I take a seat and hold my head in my hands. I can't believe I have to stay here for the next few days, but it's not like I have any other options.
"What can I get you? Need a drink or anything?"
"A blanket, man. I need sleep. It's…" I begin and look at the clock. "7:23 in the morning? Are you serious?"
"Yeah, you were knocked out around midnight, and we got you to the hospital as quickly as we could. You only woke up an hour and a half ago." He yawns and stretches his arms above his head. "If anyone needs sleep, it's me. I'm going to catch a nap." Tim stands and walks to the bedroom, stopping in the hall as he does, he pulls an extra quilt from the towel closet. "We'll go get your pillow this afternoon along with whatever else you're going to need."
"I can use this." I pick up the throw pillow from the back of the sofa. "Don't forget to check on me to make sure I wake up." I remind him and roll my eyes.
"I'm setting my alarms."
Tim leaves me alone in the living room, and I hear the bathroom door close.
Laying down on the sofa, I toss and turn in an attempt to get comfortable. Trying to avoid the gauze on the crown of my head, I finally find acceptable comfort on my left side and pull the blanket up to my chin. No nausea, no dizziness. I should sleep well for the next hour or twelve.
Tossing and turning I can't sleep. I keep thinking back to my last hospital stay, even though I am trying desperately to avoid those thoughts. I lay here staring at the black television screen, reflecting myself laying here on the sofa.
Taking a deep breath, I sigh and slowly sit up. Raising my hand to the gauze bandage, I find myself touching it gingerly. I don't know what's under this bandage. I don't remember the nurses saying anything about stitches but surely there are some.
Bored, I stand and
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