"Your joints are going to swell if they haven't already. That's going to prevent me from popping them back in, Harry. We are wasting time. Please calm down." I ordered, trying my no-nonsense nurse tone.
His mother must have gray hair, because this boy has put enough stress on me to take up drinking. God only knew what he put his poor mum through. Harry probably had many talents that he was good at; listening however, was not one of them.
"Untie me! Call an ambulance, you're not touching me!"
As you can see – we've been going around with this dance for a while. He doesn't understand why I won't walk ten miles to try and find signal on his busted phone or even believes that I don't have a phone to call him an ambulance.
In that moment, I wanted there to be one randomly driving through. I'd have flagged them down and begged them to take this long-twigged demon son of Satan.
"I'm not calling an ambulance, because I CAN'T! I don't have a phone and even if I did? I wouldn't do you the favor. You're being a stuck-up brat. When you calm down, I'll try again with untying you. That wasn't nice you tried to punch me earlier; you won't try it again." I snarled, leaning in and placing my hand over the ropes on his wrists attaching him to the bed. My eyes dark with annoyance. "Now, law there and SHUT UP!"
My voice echoed around the cave at a deafening volume.
It was loud enough to make Beeja lay an egg and bolt to another connecting cavern.
Precocious decided to follow – hopefully not to make a snack out of the chicken.
Harry glowered, but did as I asked and stayed silent.
"Untie me." He tried again after a few short moments. His own deep tenor rumbling in his throat. If he was trying to be dominant, well, homeboy wasn't succeeding.
"No." I replied coolly, leaning back while eyeing his fingers.
Those I could pop back; his shoulders unfortunately would need his cooperation.
I grabbed his hand forcefully, taking one of his fingers and using my strength to push the bone sideways and down with as much force.
I felt it pop back in easy enough.
"MOTHERFU – "Harry didn't finish, he slammed his head back on the pillow a few times, crying out when his broken collarbone suggested he shouldn't do that.
I frowned, moving over him.
"Harry? I need to do this, okay? Do you want to risk not being able to use your limbs? If you have sustained trauma, the longer you wait; the more you risk not being able to pop your joints back. Given your disc has slipped in your lower spine that's going to need to be pushed back in. If severe enough, you are going to need surgery and that's not something you can receive right now." I explained as patiently as I possible.
"FUCK YOU!" He cried, letting a sob slip out of his mouth.
"I don't accept tempting offers from such extinguished gentlemen. I'm sorry. Moving on." I hummed, taking his middle finger. At least he'd be able to use it on me with no problem.
"Stupid bitch!" Harry gritted, making Precocious come back in. He was afraid of my yelling but the way Harry was carrying on, he just figured five star was a squeaking piece of meat.
Close enough.
"Aw, I'm flattered." I replied sarcastically, moving to his third finger.
"STOP!" Harry demanded, balling his hand into a fist to stop me from fixing the last two ligatures.
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The Story of Us
HumorI found five-star at the bottom of the cliffs in Montana. I lived in the caves and had for years. Now, with the snowstorm coming in; I had to prepare. What I did not count on was impromptu hosting a guy who inadvertently injured himself by falling d...
