Chapter 23- More Bad News

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I had been at the hospital for a week and I was going crazy, it was extremely boring! There was nothing to do but lay in bed. And the worst part was that Ava and Cook hadn’t come to visit. I had a feeling Mr Thompson was involved with that somehow, and Ava hadn’t ‘talked’ to me using our special connection, my anger was at boiling point! Oh and the food here was shit! The nurse came to check on my wound and reapply the bandage, she said it was healing nicely; the wound had scabbed and was still hurting like a bitch.

I sighed, at least the bright side to this was I still had no roommate, the staff thought I was ‘disturbed’ by my last roommate yelling and thought it ‘frightened’ me (I didn’t correct them)  and they didn’t let another roommate sleep in the room. Another nurse came into my room carrying a tray of food (if you can call it that) and placed it onto my table which was joined to the side of the bed; she put the table in front of me and placed the spoon down.

“Another side of pumpkin soup for you Leo,” She said, smiling.

I didn’t know her name (okay I didn’t bother to, it’s not like I would see her again...well I hoped so anyway).

“Great,” I mumbled. “More mush for me to eat!”

She laughed, “It’s not mush this food is good for you”

I had pumpkin soup for: breakfast, lunch and dinner. I couldn’t eat any solid foods because when I tried, it hurt my stomach and made me spew up my food. So only pumpkin soup for me, I really hate the stuff, when I get out of here I will never go near a pumpkin again.

“Do I have to eat it?” I grumbled, poking my spoon at the mush and wrinkling my nose.

The nurse smiled in amusement.

 I was angry most of the time and snapped at the doctors and nurses a lot, but for some twisted reason they found my anger amusing, and that pissed me off more.

“Eat it,” She said and walked out of my room, leaving me to eat my shit mush.

Anger burning through me, I pushed the food away and laid on my bed, I was so board at the moment (no surprise there) and started thinking how I would tell Ava my news from Hunter.  I sighed again and looked around, how was I going to entertain myself today?

TV?

No thanks already tried that.

Looking at the wall?

Tried that as well.

Hope for some miracle?

Been doing that all week.

At that moment I heard footsteps coming towards my door, I sat up wondering who could it be, and that’s when Ava and Cook walked through the door with guilty faces. Ava had a chocolate cake in her hands, and I knew she brought that as a peace offering; yeah well I was going to give them hell first. By looking at Ava I knew she could feel my anger, Cook didn’t have to know my feelings, he could see it on my face.  Ava put the cake on the bedside table and stood beside my bed; while Cook stood near the door, smart thinking. I raised my eyebrow at them.

Cook coughed.

“I know you’re angry at us for not visiting you, but Mr Thompson had something to do with that,” Ava explained.

Okay so Cook was off the list, I turned my glare to Ava.

She flinched, “Mr Thompson had me working my arse off all week I had no energy to talk”

Fine she was off the list as well.

Ava sighed at the thought.

But that didn’t mean I still wasn’t pissed off!

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