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Ch19 - Transfusion

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this chapter contains hospitals and hospital stuff! please be safe!

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Paige groans.

His head hurt something fierce and there was an incessant beeping somewhere near him.

What in the world...

Paige slowly blinks his eyes open. A white, sterile ceiling greets him.

"What...?" he rattles, voice hoarse.

The sound of a chair screeching attacks Paige's ears. He grimaces and tries to pull his arms up to cover his ears, but one of his arms snags. The left one.

"PAIGE!?" his mom cries. "Oh my good god!"

"Mom..." Paige says, throat grating him. "Please... not so loud..."

"Oh my gosh," Quinn gasps, voice a lot quieter. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. Oh my god." She bends down and kisses his forehead, then his cheeks, then his forehead again. Up, left, right, up. Just like always.

Paige giggles weakly. "Mom..."

"Oh my god, I have to tell the doctor," Quinn rushes out. "Baby, I'll be right back, okay? Stay awake for me."

"Okay...?"

With one last glance at her son, Quinn quickly leaves the room. He can hear her shout, "DOCTOR! DOCTOR, HE'S AWAKE!"

Paige wants to cover his ears again, but he'd better check what had snagged him in the first place.

He looks down at his arm.

There's a whole bunch of gauze running down the length of his forearm. And there's an IV right above where they stop.

He looks to the other side of him. There's a heart monitor. That's what's making the beeping, he realizes.

Paige blinks.

This was the hospital.

Quinn returns with a young looking man in a lab coat. Or, a doctor's coat? Whatever.

"Hello, Paige," the man smiles. "I'm Dr. Charm, but you can call me James." He walks over to the side of Paige's bed.

Oh. He was in a bed. That makes sense.

"How are you doing?"

"My head hurts..." Paige reports. "And I guess my arm hurts? I... honestly can't really feel it."

"That would be the morphine," James chuckles. "You were pretty beat up when you got here."

"When I got here...?" Paige mumbles. "When did I get here?"

"Yesterday, sweetie," Quinn answers. "I've been here all night."

"What time is it?"

James checks his wrist. "About 7 PM."

7 PM!? It wasn't even 1 PM when Lunch started! Speaking of which...

"How did I get here?" he asks. "I was... I was just at Lunch with everyone..."

"Sweetie?" his mom breathes, voice full of fear. "Do you... Do you not remember yesterday?"

"Is there something I'm supposed to be remembering?" he questions, voice cracking a bit. Ugh. His throat... "Can I get some water or something?"

"Oh, of course, Paige." James walks over to the small table a little bit away and pours a tiny cup full of water before handing it over to his patient.

"Thank you," Paige mumbles, taking a big gulp. He clears his throat afterwords. "Aaaah..." he tests. His throat feels a lot better. "Oh thank goodness."