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open floorplans.
Here… I had space.
The room was fairly large by my standards, although the huge bed took up
a substantial portion of it… but I had it all to myself.
A small television was mounted up on the opposing wall, and there was a
wide window to my right, letting in some light to chirp up the place. To my
left was a door, leading to either a closet or a bathroom – and beyond that, a
larger door, naturally to exit the room.
That’s when I spotted the other human being in the room. Riley was fast
asleep, curled up on some sort of padded storage bench beneath the window. As I
shifted around in bed and found a way to raise the incline to my back, she
stirred from her slumber.
“Oh! Lex! You’re… you’re awake,” Riley murmured, stifling her surprising
burst of enthusiasm with a yawn. “How are you feeling?”
“My head’s a little off, but besides that, I’m chipper as ever,” I
groggily answered, scratching my chest. I felt round things attached to my
skin, connected to wires – so, the doctors had given me electrodes.
“You won’t want to mess with those,” Riley warned, her eyes drifting
down to my scratching fingertips. “They were rather adamant about that.”
“ They being who , exactly?”
“The doctors,” Riley told me.
“Right. Speaking of, what am I doing in a hospital, precisely?”
Riley looked saddened. “You… took a few blows to the head, and you were
knocked out.” Her eyes glanced down to her lap, where she wrung her hands
together while adding: “There was a lot of bleeding.”
“For a head wound? Not surprising at all,” I commented, feeling for the
lightly throbbing gash on my scalp. My fingertips grazed it – not too bad, all
things considered. “I’ve taken a few before. They always look far worse than
they actually are. Lots of blood with those buggers. Scares the Devil right out
of you.”
“Well… we’d better wait to see what the doctor says, anyway.”
I nodded absentmindedly, considering those words. “Where is the doctor,
anyway?”
“He’s supposed to be making his rounds in thirty minutes,” Riley
responded, rising from the bench, “but I’ll go check with the nurse’s station
anyway. You’ve been out for a while, so we didn’t know when you might come
back.”
“How long’s a while? ”
“A day and a half.”
I grimaced. “Oh boy.”
Riley stepped out, and I reached over, digging around the items
scattered across the end table for my phone. I didn’t see it, which concerned
me – particularly since I knew that Jess was going to be pissed.
I spotted my blazer, hanging with my pants on a nearby wall. Shrugging
off the blankets, I was able to barely reach it with my electrodes in place,
and fished around in my blazer pocket.
There you are…
I slunk back into bed and began to text Jess. My eyes fell upon the logo
for the hospital, which had the words “Saint Peter’s General Hospital”
emblazoned around the edges, and notified her where I was, and that I was fine.
I hit send and slipped the
phone back onto the end table before Riley popped back into the room.
“Doctor Wright will be with you shortly.”
Shortly apparently meant later than
originally told , because it was almost forty-five minutes before he finally
appeared. A comforting man in his mid-thirties, Doctor Wright apologized for
the delay and began to examine me during some small talk.
I kept my answers brief, and my tone even.
“Everything seems normal,” he
commented finally, wrapping up his investigation. “Looks like you lucked out.
Minor concussion, and you’ve got that gash there, but I don’t see why it won’t
heal up nicely. You don’t even need stitches for it. I’m going to go ahead and
clear you for release. Shall I go ahead and file for the paperwork?”
“Please do so,” I agreed.
He
Here… I had space.
The room was fairly large by my standards, although the huge bed took up
a substantial portion of it… but I had it all to myself.
A small television was mounted up on the opposing wall, and there was a
wide window to my right, letting in some light to chirp up the place. To my
left was a door, leading to either a closet or a bathroom – and beyond that, a
larger door, naturally to exit the room.
That’s when I spotted the other human being in the room. Riley was fast
asleep, curled up on some sort of padded storage bench beneath the window. As I
shifted around in bed and found a way to raise the incline to my back, she
stirred from her slumber.
“Oh! Lex! You’re… you’re awake,” Riley murmured, stifling her surprising
burst of enthusiasm with a yawn. “How are you feeling?”
“My head’s a little off, but besides that, I’m chipper as ever,” I
groggily answered, scratching my chest. I felt round things attached to my
skin, connected to wires – so, the doctors had given me electrodes.
“You won’t want to mess with those,” Riley warned, her eyes drifting
down to my scratching fingertips. “They were rather adamant about that.”
“ They being who , exactly?”
“The doctors,” Riley told me.
“Right. Speaking of, what am I doing in a hospital, precisely?”
Riley looked saddened. “You… took a few blows to the head, and you were
knocked out.” Her eyes glanced down to her lap, where she wrung her hands
together while adding: “There was a lot of bleeding.”
“For a head wound? Not surprising at all,” I commented, feeling for the
lightly throbbing gash on my scalp. My fingertips grazed it – not too bad, all
things considered. “I’ve taken a few before. They always look far worse than
they actually are. Lots of blood with those buggers. Scares the Devil right out
of you.”
“Well… we’d better wait to see what the doctor says, anyway.”
I nodded absentmindedly, considering those words. “Where is the doctor,
anyway?”
“He’s supposed to be making his rounds in thirty minutes,” Riley
responded, rising from the bench, “but I’ll go check with the nurse’s station
anyway. You’ve been out for a while, so we didn’t know when you might come
back.”
“How long’s a while? ”
“A day and a half.”
I grimaced. “Oh boy.”
Riley stepped out, and I reached over, digging around the items
scattered across the end table for my phone. I didn’t see it, which concerned
me – particularly since I knew that Jess was going to be pissed.
I spotted my blazer, hanging with my pants on a nearby wall. Shrugging
off the blankets, I was able to barely reach it with my electrodes in place,
and fished around in my blazer pocket.
There you are…
I slunk back into bed and began to text Jess. My eyes fell upon the logo
for the hospital, which had the words “Saint Peter’s General Hospital”
emblazoned around the edges, and notified her where I was, and that I was fine.
I hit send and slipped the
phone back onto the end table before Riley popped back into the room.
“Doctor Wright will be with you shortly.”
Shortly apparently meant later than
originally told , because it was almost forty-five minutes before he finally
appeared. A comforting man in his mid-thirties, Doctor Wright apologized for
the delay and began to examine me during some small talk.
I kept my answers brief, and my tone even.
“Everything seems normal,” he
commented finally, wrapping up his investigation. “Looks like you lucked out.
Minor concussion, and you’ve got that gash there, but I don’t see why it won’t
heal up nicely. You don’t even need stitches for it. I’m going to go ahead and
clear you for release. Shall I go ahead and file for the paperwork?”
“Please do so,” I agreed.
He
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