Within Reach

~Part 5~

A/N (please read ! ! I want you to know how much I appreciate you reading 'within reach' ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! )
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Hi hi everyone! o(^▽^)o

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Ok, so, I'm just going to go all out and say this...
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everyone, we made it to 300 reads!!! Can you believe it?
I honestly can't!
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300? I feel faint...

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(Just keep in mind;
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Let's just hope mum got all the mistakes! Sorry if we missed some!)

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~Part 5~
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I awoke gradually to the noise of beeping hospital equipment, sounding loudly in the otherwise still room.
Rain dribbled miserably and trickled down the small square window, pooling lightly at the dust riddled Corners.
Without extreme pains, I probably would have fallen back asleep. But aching like mine was to powerful to be forgotten.
So instead, I pushed the small yellow button that sat atop the little handle, resting next to me -hooked up to the drip that held my fluids- several times, realising sweet morphine into my broken bones. I had 4 smashed ribs, 1 on the left and 3 on the right side
-which was my worst side over all-
3 broken fingers that were pretty much healed, and had some movement back in them. My broken ankle, toes, and spine where doing ok too. The deep gash in the back of my head was lingering with a nasty head ache and quite a pain in my bruised arse. Most things had started repairing during my 3 week coma. So thankfully, according to Sharntie, I'd missed out on most of the pain. Relief.

I used my elbows to slowly, carefully prop myself up right. Grabbing the handle that held my legs in a brace, I swung it so they poked out from the bed, and accompanied with overwhelming pain, managed to heave them into the pathetic excuse of a wheel chair, something that was supposed to "help" me move around.
I unhitched the brake on the wheel, allowing the chair to jolt forwards, releasing energy saved up over the night. With the back of my non plastered hand, I wiped the dense sweat from my forehead, the result of another nightmare.
I wheeled myself past Sivanna - I still couldn't bring myself to call her mum, no matter how much I tried to hide the discomfort- who slept soundly in the corner, on the red chair that folded out, put there by sharntie.
Her hair folded over her face, forcing a few strands to rise and fall with her robotic breathing.

When I finally got myself out the door, designed to keep me in, my wheels struggled on the short stretch of carpet, as they fought not to sink too deep.

I was headed to the kitchen. The kitchen. Mother of all kitchens, the free kitchen. Here in this hell of a hospital, all the meals for patients were completely price free. And, therefore I was planning to soak up as much free food as possible.
Nearing the elevator, a familiar voice beckoned me from a few meters away. I strained, but turned, to Coby, the 14 year old, struggling from a "fatal" broken arm.
"You're up early" he hummed, observing me in the deep quiet scene.
"Well... so are you" I answered. His dark black hair and long bangs, covering most of his eyes, reflected light coming in from the overly sized windows, framing The rising sun.
"True. Couldn't sleep?"
"Ah... yep"
"Up for cards?"
Cards was something I'd taken up with Coby as a purely 'pass time' activity. It took my mind off the pain, and he seemed to enjoy my company. I couldn't really play, with a few fingers still in process of rebuilding themselves, but it amused him the way I nodded things across the table with the top of my head.
"Ah, not yet. maybe later"
"Promise?"
What was this kids problem?
"Ah, maybe"
Oh yeah, he's in this stupid place. With the rest of us.
Makes sense.
"You say maybe a lot."
I shrugged, unable to think of an explanation for the over use of words.
"So, where are you off to?"
"Food. Free food"
"Sounds good." He took a step towards me, about to grab the handles of my disabled chair.
"Alone, Coby. By myself. Free food for me."
"Oh" he stopped, taking a step back and squaring his shoulders.
"That's cool. I gotta go down to the front desk anyway. Can't find my DS."
"Oh no" I mumbled, me the only one who got the sarcasm. If I stayed much longer in this hell hole, I might forget how to use it.
"Yeah. Well, I'll catch you later for that game of cards."
"Yeah yeah." I protested, ending the conversation . Nothing really would hold that kid back.
Climbing in and pressing "1", I felt myself and my wheel chair, float up for a tiny second, and down quickly after that. Within 12 seconds, the doors flew open straight in front of the cafeteria, drawing hungry zombies like me in.