Summary: "What the fuck are you doing, idiot?"
"I'll lay down if you say you'll marry me."Inspiration: I'm in Color Guard and well, yeah. Plus I'm gay af. This wasn't written with anyone in mind. I just like to write stories somewhat relevant to my own life.
"I'm in Color Guard"
I should be in a sick bed right now, in some sort of nice and white hospital where everyone goes to fucking die. Instead, I'm thankfully away from needle-wielding doctors and lying on a seat of a school bus with a wrapped bag of ice held to my head.
All of my friends were here a moment ago but now they've been shunned out of the bus. One of my friends dared to argue with the director and stay by my side but he chased her out. My girlfriend hasn't seen me yet. I wonder where she is. The director isn't here anymore, but his assistant is and she's asking me if I need anything every so often. Maybe the director got in a fight with my girlfriend. She's small but fuck, is she terrifying.
She's a senior, and my senior. She'll be graduating at the end of the year while I have to stay here and complete my final year of hell. She teases me about that all the time, but I know she's dreading leaving too. I can't stand the thought of her leaving, though it's months and months ahead.
A guy holding some briefcase-thing walks into the bus. He's got a laminated tag attached to his Hawaiian-shirt pocket and I'm beginning to think this is the start of a really bad joke.
The director comes in after him with a small grimace. "I know you didn't want one, but your head doesn't look so good."
He did not.
The doctor smiles timidly at me. "Hello. How are you?"
"Terrified."
His smiles turns into a nervous laugh. "It's quite alright. May I get a closer look at that injury?"
I look pleadingly at the assistant director. She throws her hands up like she has no control over what happens.
Thanks.
I lean towards him and he squints at my injury. "Looks pretty bad."
"That's why you're here." I mock his laugh, but quit it when the director gives me a dirty look.
At this moment my girlfriend decided to make an appearance and pushes the surprised director out of her way. "Where is she?!" she demands.
"Babe!" I cheer. She whirls around and gives me a relieved smile.
"Babe?" the doctor asks.
I point at my tiny girlfriend, who pushes up her glasses like the nerd she is. "That one's my girlfriend."
"Cute." he comments.
"Pedophile!" she sneers and makes her way towards me. "Why didn't anyone let me see you?"
I shrug. Her eyes widen when she sees my injury. "I didn't know it was that bad!"
"Head injuries tend to look worse than they actually are." I tell her.
"This is true." the doctor butts in.
She turned to meet his gaze. "I didn't ask you."
"I'm the doctor." he sasses back. "I wasn't called here for nothing."
With that he scoots closer to me, leaving no room for my girlfriend to sit. She scowls and sits in the seat in front of me, turned to watch me and hold my hand.
"Now how did this happen exactly?" the doctor asks.
"I'm in Color Guard." I explain.
"Ah. Makes sense."

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