I wake up to an almost cotton like feeling in my mouth. Keeping my eyes closed not wanting to wake up yet, I open my mouth slowly hoping it helps. When it doesn’t I sigh dramatically deciding to grab some water, I reach towards my bedside locker before feeling some resistance. Confused, I open my eyes, the lights burning them making me close them again.
“Elliot? Are you awake?” Rens voice comes from beside me, I groan in response. Confusion fogging up my head before slowly opening my eyes again. I turn my head to the left and see Ren there, looking a little worse for wear but not as bad as last time. It’s only when that thought comes through my head that I remember before the surgery.
Looking down at my arms I sigh as I see them in slings, fully casted. 4 weeks of no ability to look after myself. A straw suddenly appears in my eyeline, I follow its starting point and find it in a cup, Ren holding it up to me.
“Drink some water, you’re bound to be parched,” he softly instructs me. I obey and take small sips of water, afraid to drink too much too fast. I take a mental inventory of my body as I lay there sipping slowly.
I have a headache, probably from being put under. My arms are aching, but not as bad as I would expect, meaning I am high on some good ass drugs at the moment. My legs feel better than they have in a while, but then again that could be due to the good drugs. Back feels a lil achey, I need to get a new brace sorted soon, the wheelchair hasn’t been helping with how bad my slouching is in it. My stomach churns a little, fuller than it has been in a long time, the almost constant feeds filling it up. I know they said it was small feeds being fed slowly, 2 or 3 child portions I think they had said, but it feels like so much more when you have to mess with it once an hour. Overall I feel shit, but not the worst I’ve felt.
“Thank you,” I mutter quietly to Ren, my vocal chords feeling worn out. “Anytime, I enjoy looking after you,” Ren tells me moving my hair out of my face,smiling at me.
“I don’t think anyone could complain about looking after you, you’re easy-going once you get out of that head of yours,” I hear a chuckle coming from the otherside of my bed. Don and Nox stand there smiling at me. I smile tiredly back at them.
“I wouldn’t say I’m very easy to look after, but sure,” I reply, stretching my shoulders gently. Nox snorts, my head whips towards him, a small glare forming on my face.
“It’s a good thing they did the casts past your elbow or else you would be trying to stretch your elbows out aswell and would fuck the healing process,” he tells me, Don snickering in agreement.
“You’re the worst patient, you haven’t got a leg to stand on,” Ren teases him, all of them falls into laughter before sobering up.
“What time is it?” I ask as I look around the room, trying to find a clock to figure out the time. “It’s 2pm on Friday, you slept longer than they thought you would,” Don supplies, I nod slowly, that would add up.
“When do I go home?” I ask after a moment or two of silence. “We are going to let V and Dan know you are awake and see what they say, they will probably want to do a scan before discharging you,” Don replies, my brain buffers at the mention of V and Dan until I remember they are probably my doctors first names.
“Lets go do that,” Nox grabs Don and leaves the room, myself and Ren being the only ones remaining. I look over at Ren, our eyes locking, I look away quickly blushing. He chuckles before sitting back down on the edge of my bed.
“Do you want to sit up?” he asks me, watching me squirm side to side trying to get comfortable. I nod, smiling at him as he stands up so the bed can move without any obstacles.
Forgetting to prepare myself for a headrush, it takes me suddenly, closing my eyes I lean my head back, frustrated at my useless arms unable to hold my head. Hands begin to massage my forehead, obviously trying to remove the frown line, caused by the head rush.
The door opens and I can hear multiple footsteps coming towards the bed. “What happened?” I think it’s Dr Fox talking. “Headrush I think,” Ren answers, not stopping the gentle massaging of my forehead.
I open my eyes slowly as my head feels a lil less rushy? Looking around I see both Doctors here as well as the whole gang.
“How are you feeling Elliot?” Dr Fox asks as I relax slightly into the pillow. “Not much pain thanks to whatever miraculous drugs you have pumping through me,” I chuckle a little as Noxs eyebrows raise in response.
“Yes, we do have you on some strong drugs, we are going to move you to something a little weaker though for the next few days then we are going to try get you on either normal pharmacy painkillers or none at all after that,” he explains to me. I nod in understanding, I have enough problems, I don’t need a dependency to painkillers added to it.
“So as far as we are aware everything went well but of course we want to double check everything with a scan. Would you be up to that now?” he asks me. “Not sure I can fit you in with my super busy schedule of lying here all day,” I deadpan, he chuckles.
“I think you and my Elliot would get along well, lets head off and then you can go home once it comes back all clear” he smiles at me as Ren helps me sit up alone and into my chair. Off to another scan.
Howdy y'all
Did ya miss me? It's been a bit longer than I thought. Hope y'all have been thriving and all that jazz.
In the time since last writing I have - accidentally stabbed myself......twice - made myself I'll with stress - went cold turkey off all my meds and smoking - have not dislocated my wrist - have subluxated basically every other joint though 🥲
If y'all wanna support me I will be making something other than a Buy me a Coffee since apparently I advertise on OF or something according them despite proving otherwise 🙃 but that will be up soon if I remember 😅
Also apparently this is eligible for the Wattys but I'd need to post every week for 8/10 weeks and I'm legit planning on emigrating soon soooooo ...nope
Anyways hope y'all are enjoying summer and all that jazz
Much Love
Boo xx
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Welcome to Underland
General FictionWhen Elliot moves to a new town he decides to not let his problems stop him for going to join the local BDSM club. While life isn't always easy for Elliot it seems submitting is something he's great at and loves but will he find the "master for him...