The Bad And Infuriating ✅ (Slowly Editing) 2015

19. That moment when it's hits you.

Everything went black after I hit my head at some steps. "Miss, are you alright? Does your head hurt? Can you see me? M'dam? Miss. What's her last name?"

"It's Vegora," I mutter. Someone checks my blood pressure and heartbeat. Then someone shines in my eyes with a little 'medical' flashlight. It's annoying.

"Pupils react normal. Heartbeat is a little faster than normal but that could be cause by her falling down. Blood pressure is normal. She might have a concussion, and she could have sprained something. She fell down at least sixty-seven steps. Oh and make an echo of her nose, it's blue and purple, and the bleeding doesn't stop. It could be broken."

What? Where am I? "Where am I? What happened? Is everyone alright?"

At least that's what I wanted to say. It sounded more like this.

"Ut? We am H? Gat hapend? Ies ewwyone alwighrt?"

The nurse laughs and strikes the hair out of my eyes.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't worry. Everything is going to be alright, but we think you might have broken your nose. We are going to make some photo's, your boyfriends didn't leave the room, at all. You've been unconscious for at least twenty to thirty minutes. Just get some rest, honey."

"Can I see her? I'm her boyfriend, that's her bestfriend and that's the guy who pushed her down the stairs.

I snort, unattractively, and through my nose. "Ouwch Fwuck. Twom awe you in a reelchair? Why dwidn't wou just stay in wour bed?"

~ Because he's your boyfriend silly, and because you just fell down the stairs. What Mia was trying to say:

Ouch fuck Tom. Are you in a wheelchair? Why didn't you stay in your bed.

Goodness sorry for this short interuption. I just can't take it when Mia's is being so blind. HE"S YOUR FREAKING BOYFRIEND HONEY< WHY WOULDN"T HE BE HERE?! Heavens, characters in books can be so stupid, sometimes. Most of the times. Actually.~

"Oh Mimi, it's all going to be alright. Just relax, and what they are doing now, could hurt just a little. Sit still." Jeremy rubs circles on the palms of my hands, with his fingers. The doctor places something on my nose, pinches it closed and DAMN THAT HURTS!!!

My eyes starts tearing up. "Holy cow with milk and cookies that damning hurts, even though that's not a word, it now DAMNING is."

"Sssh, Mia, baby, relax, listen to me and my jokes. Okay here's the first one: Why did Wally go to therapy? "

"I dwunno? Why?"

"To find himself."

I can hear Jeremy snickering behind me, Tom is also laughing and I try to smile, but it damn hurts. It hurts like a witch with a b.

"Here's another one: Two cows are standing in field, one cow says Mooooooooo. What does the other cow say?"

"Booooo? Or no Wait, I know this one. The other says pretty much the same thing."

"Correct, damn it was too bad that you already knew this one, it was one of my best jokes."

"I use google, you know." They are now making photo's of my nose, changing my head and making photo's from different angles.

"Okay, how about this one? What do you call a Chinese guy with a film camera?"

Jeremy answers something. "Nope, that's not it. It's simple; Phil Ming."

I laugh so hard, the doctor needs to shoots some photo's again, and the nurse asks Tom and Jeremy if they can leave the room.

"But she's my girlfriend. I need to be here with her for moral support. She can pinch my hand when it hurts." Then he leans in and whispers into my right ear: "And you can pinch me somewhere else if you want." I turn into a tomato. I want to smack him so badly right now. On his arm.