Glee X Maleoc

Part 37

Chris's Pov

"Hey, you need to take your pills." I hear Santana softly say as she traces my jawline. Releasing a groan, I blink my eyes open and the pain that's going through my body. Yup, it's time for the painkillers.

"Where are the others?" I soflty ask her as I bite through the pain and push my body to sit up on the couch.

"Mami is making dinner, Mr Ford had to arrange some things, and the others went home." Santana softly says, and I give her a small nod.

"So I'll get your medication you stay here." Santana says as she gets up and walks towards the kitchen.

At least I'm back home again. Everything is better than that hospital bed like Jesus, and the food was bleh. I'm glad Maribel brought me a lot of food.  I do feel bad that they now have to take care of me. Their lives are already busy enough.    

"Alright, here you go." Santana says as she walks over with a glass of water and my painkillers. "Thank you." I softly say as I take the pills and down then with a large sip of water.

"Are you sure about this? Like taking care of me." I soflty ask Santana who gives me a raised brow.

"I'm taking care of you after school. You would do the same for me."

Friday.

My body, well, it still feels like shit I've started to do some light walking but 20 steps, and I'm completely spent.  I haven't really seen the others, and that's okay they are busy with school, glee, and God knows what else.

But yeah, Santana and the others are working on a chirstmas special for TV, not like  I really care everything is so different this year like mom isn't here. Just all alone, the spermdoner had to go  back well. To be honest, it's okay, not like we have a father son bond. I was surprised that he stayed the 2 weeks I was in the hospital, and well, after I came home Monday, he stayed until Wednesday.

To be honest, it is awkward with the ladies helping me change everything. I'm stubborn, so when it comes to the privates, I just send them away. And let me tell you, convincing two Latinas that I  can  change my own boxers wasn't an easy task.

Hearing my front door open, I'm well confused. Santana shouldn't be back for a couple of hours, and Carol was here this morning.

"Hello?" I ask as I push my body to sit on the couch, stupid pain. Seeing Carol and Maribel walk in, King, immediately runs over to them. Geuss, I'm not his favorite anymore.

"You wanna get out of here?" Maribel asks me and wait I can leave? Jesus, that would he amazing, like this is better than the hospital, but still, I'm still on bed rest how the ladies like to say.

"Yes!" I almost yelled, but soon a groan leaves my lips. That wasn't the best idea.

"Rule number one: you're staying in the wheelchair." Maribel says as she points at the chair, and I let the pout grow on my face. "Number two, we are only staying for a maximum of 2 hours." She continues, and I roll my eyes before nodding my head. It's still better than being in this house.

"And if you're in pain, you're telling us we aren't joking, Chris." Carol says . "Deal, so where are we going?" I ask the two ladies.

"You'll see." Maribel says as she gets the wheelchair ready. "Well, anything is better than this place." I groan out as I push my body off the couch.

As Carol helps me get in the chair, another groan leaves my lips. The pain is well less, but it still hurts like shit.

"Alright, I'll get a blanket." Csrol says and wait what? "A blanket?" I ask her. Like, what am I 5?