I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 86

-2 weeks later-

"Today's the day," I sing, walking down the hall to wake the guys up.

"Shut up," Chris yells through his door.

"I'm getting out of pain," I sing, hearing Shawn throw something at his door. They've been in a bad mood for a while. Ever since Corey started drinking.

"Okay," I start, putting my Air Walks on, "I'm supposed to bring someone along so they can get my stuff when I'm in surgery. Okay, who should I bring along?"

"Who wants to come," I ask up the stairs. In an instant, I hear footsteps to the stairs. Sid appears in his pajamas at the top of the stairs, his eyes bright.

"Me," he exclaims.

"Shut the fuck up Sid," Joey yells from his room.

"Go get dressed," I say. 

He runs back and I get my backpack, it empty so I can put my belongings in it. I'm going to be staying in the hospital for 2 weeks, and I explained the procedure to the guys and answered any questions they had. The most asked question was 'When are you getting home?'. I said I would be staying at the hospital for 2 weeks, but I'd have to go to physical therapy for a few weeks after that.

Sid walks down the stairs and slips his shoes on, smiling. He understands that I need this surgery, and he actually wants me to get it. If it means I'm out of pain and I can do the things I love without pain. He drives me to the hospital and takes my empty backpack, looking at the patches. We walk in and I check myself in, waiting in the room.

"Liz," the nurse calls. 

I stand and Sid stays, looking at me like a puppy. I show him my shoulder with my ILY tattoo and he smiles, doing it back. I walk back and they give me a gown and hair cap, letting me change. I do so and they prep me some more, letting Sid come back when I'm in the bed.

"Sid," I start, seeing him about to cry.

"I want you to wear this. They won't let me, but I want you to keep it safe," I say. I put my cross necklace in his hand and he looks at it, wiping a tear away.

"I'll be out in a couple hours. Go back home and relax," I basically order him to.

"Will I get a call when you're out," he asks.

"Yeah," I say. They wheel me to the operating room just as I fall asleep, and I have no dreams.

---time skip---

I wake up upside down in the bed. I guess it's to keep the swelling down in my residual limbs. I'm hooked up to an IV drip and oxygen, so I couldn't really move. A couple minutes after I wake up, Sid walks in with my backpack on one shoulder. He raises an eyebrow and I roll my eyes, seeing him sitting on the chair.

"To keep the swelling down," I say.

"How do you feel," he asks. He's wearing the necklace from what I can see.

"I feel like I got drugged. And I did," I say.

"Other than that," he says.

"I feel okay. But my phantom leg itches," I say. Damn you, phantom itchiness.

"No pain," he asks.

"None," I say. In an instant, he's in my bed and cuddled up to me like last time.

"It feels weird laying like this, but I'll deal with it," he says. He has one arm under the small of my back, and I have an arm under his head as a pillow. They gave me a pillow, but I don't mind it.

-night-

Sid's asleep next to me, but I can't even doze off. My insomnia set in and even though they have on sleep meds, the insomnia's kicking the med's ass seven ways from Sunday. Oh yeah, it's Sunday. I wonder if the guys are worried about me. Or are they the little crabs they were acting like when I left this morning? I'll have to ask Sid in the morning. I finally fall asleep, but a very light sleep.

(Hoo boy. Why do I keep doing these big jumps?) 

-2 weeks later-

"Finally I get to eat actual food," I say, making Sid laugh. 

Every guy except Corey has visited me at least once a day, and Sid got me a few of my books so I wasn't so bored. I still wonder why Corey never visited me, but I can ask when I get home.

"Believe me, lunch without your food isn't as good," he says.

"Well if I get back in time I can make some Spicy Chicken Lo Mein," I say, seeing Sid almost drooling at me saying it.

"Let's get you back then," he says. 

He helps me into an upright position and the nurse offers a wheelchair, but we decline. I was so small now that I could fit in my big-ish backpack. Not the one with my stuff in it, though. Sid puts me in the backpack and the nurse laughs when she sees my head and hands poking out from the backpack.

"This is actually really comfortable," I say.

"And you're staying in there until we get home," he says. 

He puts me on his back and carries my empty bag in his hand, taking the elevator so I don't bounce out. He walks out to my car and sets me in the passenger seat, deciding not to buckle me because of where the chest strap would be. Right over my face. He slides in and drives me back home, putting me back on his back when he gets there. Let's see how many guys notice.