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Chapter 6
By RyanRossIsBeast

 

Chapter 6

Ryan was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance in minutes. His dad didn't care about him but when
we called his mom she sounded really worried. She lives a few hours away so it would be hard for her
to get to him but she said she'd try to visit as soon as possible.
Audrey, Grandma Mae, and I sat in the waiting room for Ryan's surgery to be finished. To be honest,
I really didn't want to see him in the condition he's in. Even once it's all healed, I would still
only be able to see that horribly disfigured arm.
It was 3 am when I woke up to find myself in the waiting room of the hospital. Audrey was asleep on
my shoulder, I wanted to push her off but she looked comfy and this was probably the best sleep
she's had in years, so I didn't. Grandma Mae wasn't there though. I got worried.
How long has she been gone? I wondered. She probably just went to the bathroom or something.
Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen, twenty, I became more and more worried.
Then a large, cold hand landed on my shoulder and made me jump. I turned around quickly to see the
doctor.
"Sorry, son, did I scare you?" he asked.
"Just a little. But I think I'll be ok," I replied.
"Good. Your friend has been wanting to see you guys. He kept saying something about a dwarf and his
sandwich, though."
Of course he was! He's even stupid when he's half conscious. "Can we go see him?"
"Sure. Go right in," he said as he gestured towards the door.
I nudged Audrey with my shoulder to wake her up and for once, she didn't threaten me for doing it.
"Hi," she croaked.
"Ryan's been wanting to see us... and the dwarves that stole his sandwich."
She giggled and said, "What dwarves?"
I didn't answer that question because I didn't know how to so we just went into Ryan's room.
He was looking better, that's for sure. At least now his arm was hidden by a big white cast. His
hair was messed up and even though he was asleep, I could tell he was pretty mad about it. The bags
under his eyes from yesterday morning had grown bigger and darker.
Audrey quietly tip-toed over to him and held the hand that wasn't covered in the cast.
He opened one eye, and once he saw it was Audrey, he smiled and said, "hi."
She smiled back and asked the stupid and obvious question that everyone asks at these times, "How
are you feeling?"
"Oh you know, the usual. Just stuck here on this stupid, uncomfortable gurney with my arm covered
in hard, white plastic and held up by giant elastic thingies. I'm doing great. How 'bout you?" he
said still smiling.
"I'm good," she replied. There really wasn't a lot to say.
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"Yea but the doctors won't let me eat anything except for ice chips and I'm kinda getting tired of
them. They don't have enough flavor," he answered.
"Oh ok."
"Do I have to go to school?" he asked the doctor stupidly. I'm pretty sure he lost a few more brain
cells or something during the operation.
"Not unless you want to go in on the gurney and have me and some nurses come with you?" the doctor
replied.
"No thanks. I think I'll stay here."
"Good because we weren't going to let you go any way, and I'd rather not relive high school, thank
you," the doctor said.
I don't blame him. We still have four more years of it and it's not starting off great.

 

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