Injured - Kris Guštin

CHAPTER 5

I woke up at 7:30. I slept more than last night... I yawned, and sighed, seeing the music sheets on the table. I still need to find lyrics for the song I wrote a few days ago, but I wasn't really inspired. I grouped the sheets together and exited the studio.

I went back to the house. Everything was silent. I guess they're still sleeping.

I was hungry. I mean, really hungry. And everything I had in my breakfast drawer seemed tasteless this morning. I sighed, once again. I got to my bike, and went to the bakery. At least, they have baguettes. Yes, I know, I'm not French, but I was raised by the French system, so it's the same. I loved baguette and could not change it.

I came back in less than 15 minutes. I ate my breakfast alone, savouring a pain au chocolat and a coffee, still trying to find new lyrics. Man, this one was hard. I was really stuck. I don't even know the theme. It's just... really powerful. For this one, I had to record myself with pretty much every instrument an orchestra should have. Hopefully, I spent nearly all my childhood in the music school, so I know the basics of pretty much every instrument. The trumpet part -I myself wrote- was really hard though.

I was listening to the soundtrack I did once again, when I received a text.

Bojan

Hi

Are you awake?

I think the nurse said I can leave

But I'm not sure

French seems really hard

Hi!

Okay I'll be there soon

Oh yes, French is hard

15 years that I'm in France and I'm still not completely fluent

😂

You want me to bring you some clothes?

If you can, please

I went to the pink suitcase. I didn't know someone could put so much clothes in only one suitcase, I thought when I opened it. Thank goodness, it was really well organized, so I did not have to search everywhere. I put everything in my totebag and went to my car.

20 minutes later, I arrived to the hospital. Hopefully, I remembered the path to his room. I swear, this was a real labyrinth. Worse than IKEA.

I knocked on the door. I recognised his voice. I smiled and entered.

"Hello!" Apparently, I was joyful, cause my voice was high this morning. "Better?"

"Um, yes, better than yesterday," he smirked. He had a joyful tone too, he must be happy to get out of this place. "Oh, the nurse gave me a note for you." He handed me a piece of paper. I took it, intrigued, and read it.

"It says that someone will have to come to change your bandage every day. There's also a... how do you say that in English..." I whispered. Speaking four languages makes me lose my vocabulary... "a prescription!, for antibiotics and everything, plus physiotherapy sessions once your casts will be removed." I translated.

"That's make a lot." I think he was surprised by the quantity of medicine. I heard that French doctors give more medicine than in other countries, but I cannot truly judge, since I've always been to French doctors.

"Yup, but it's necessary to be strong again!" I laughed, he nodded, giggling. "Here are your clothes by the way." I handed him the totebag, which he gladly accepted.