Pay the Price

Chapter 8- Hospital

Christopher was out of surgery and was sleeping in his hospital room early in the morning. Connor and Myrah were in the room as soon as they were given the okay, watching as IVs were inserted into Christopher's arms. His ankle had a cast, his left eye had a patch, and his injuries were bound tightly. An oximeter was put on his finger, and something put to his chest to monitor his blood pressure.

He had a feeding tube up his nose, and his wrist was strapped to the bed pole to prevent him from running away when he woke up, as well as to stop the Zandailias' getting him again. It was very loose, so it wouldn't cause a rash on his wrist, but it was still tight enough that Christopher wouldn't be able to slip his hand out.

"When will he wake up?" Connor asked as a bit of his brother's blood was extracted. He was a bit concerned at how low his brother's blood pressure actually was. It was a miracle he was able to run, but it explained why he swayed a lot.

"Seeing as lack of sleep is very evident, he could be asleep for the next twenty-four hours or so for all we know. We will have to prescribe him sleeping pills and antibiotics." One of the doctors said. "But he seems to be doing quite well, which is very surprising considering the condition his body is in. He will also never see fully again. We couldn't save his left eye, it had to be removed. We'll have to keep him here for observation for a few days."

Connor nodded, then looked to his brother, who was very calm and peaceful. He was moving around quite a lot, which the doctors found surprising, but they didn't stop him. He was mainly moved his arms and legs, but he did move his head around a little bit.

"Is he meant to be moving this much?" Myrah asked, stroking Christopher's hair. He calmed down, stopping a lot of his movement, his fingers still twitching a bit. She smiled at her brother.

"Not really, but as long as he isn't ripping out anything, then there isn't cause for concern. He's an active one, which is excellent." The nurse said, adding the last sentence for a bit of humour. "In all seriousness, he needs to be taken care of. His diet needs to be monitored, I'll refer him to a dietician. His medication must be taken at strict times, which again, should be monitored. Sleep must be monitored, intake of water monitored, pretty much everything he does has to be monitored. Most importantly, he needs to be observed for any symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder, bi-polar disorder, or anything else." She informed them both. "Just monitor him."

"Okay. Thank you."

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The moment Christopher woke up, he spotted his siblings. He reached up, feeling a tube in his nose. Impulsively, he ripped it out because he found it uncomfortable, which someone immediately went over, cleaned it, and started to put it up his nose again. However, Christopher instantly lashed out in panic, but because his wrist was tied down, he couldn't get up. He panicked more.

When his face was held to try keep him still, he started screaming, trying to hit someone. Anyone. Just to get them away from him. But his other wrist and his legs were tied down, and he panicked further. He started crying, which made all nurses and doctors step back.

He was terrified; completely and utterly terrified. Tears streamed down his face at a rapid pace, and his brother ended up being allowed to go over. Connor calmed Christopher down easily.

"Calm down." Connor whispered, pulled out a few tissues, and lightly cleaned Christopher's face. He calmed down immediately, but he was still scared. "No one here is going to hurt you, they just want to help you. The tube is to help give you nutrition so you can be healthier and help you get around and heal better." Connor explained to his brother, to which Christopher nodded. "Will you let them put the tube back? I'll be right here." He held his brother's hand, bringing him further comfort.