The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 16

"Wake up!" Sean called from the door.

I opened my eyes slowly to see Norman, Sean and the doctor standing at the door.  Sean had a bag in his hands, he was fully dressed, Norman was still on crutches, and the doctor was smiling

"You're free to go!" The man said, smiling then turning to leave.

"Get dressed!" Sean said, throwing me a pile of clothes.  They landed at the foot of my bed, but I was confused.

"It's a glass room." I said, pulling the covers off and getting up.  

I stretched my arms out, and picked up the clothes.  My stomach felt completely better, but my throat was a bit soar from the cough.  Norman looked quite happy that we were getting out, and Sean seemed recovered from his creepy wake-up.  He was smiling, but after I asked, he got serious  with thought.

"Oh," His face lit up as he pulled a towel from his bag and dropped his pack to the ground.

"What?" Norman asked, watching Sean cross the room to me, and hold out the towel.  He was planning to cover me while I changed.  Norman realized what he was doing, and awkwardly turned around with his crutches crossing over each other unnaturally.

I asked Sean to turn around and hold it, and he didn't argue.  As he faced away, he held the towel up.  I changed quickly and paranoid that he might accidentally drop it or something, but when I was done, I was alright.  Fortunately, no one saw me.  

"So, all we have to do is take the medicine they give you guys, stay for half an hour, sign a paper or two, then we can go!" Norman said as we walked out of the glass rooms, heading toward the Doctor section of the large hospital.  He made it sound much more complicated than it actually was.

After we asked the front desk where we were supposed to go, she gestured us down the hall.  When we all walked down, we passed the room that me and Sean were in when we were diagnosed with Demoxim.  It was taped off.

"Wonder what happened there," Norman said, glancing at the room as his crutches clicked with each swing.  Me and Sean locked eyes and giggled.  Norman chuckled quietly, confused on what we were laughing at.

Norman was leading the way, and me and Sean were trailing behind.

"So, I saw you two love-birds almost kiss last night." Sean teased.  I blushed, and hid my smile.

"We're not love-birds." I correct, laughing.  

Norman looked back, then walked into the room where the lady told us to go. 

Me and Sean hopped up on the green bed next to each other and Norman leaned his crutches on the wall while he sat in one of the chairs.  We twiddled thumbs in silence until Dr. Collins jumped through the door.

"Well good morning!" He said, smiling at all of us and shutting the door behind him.

I gave a sarcastic, cheery smile and Sean waved like a lunatic.  His hand wiggled around through the air until the doctor checked his computer, then opened a drawer.  Whenever one of those drawers open, your heart stops cause it usually means a shot.  I already knew we had to get a shot, I just didn't want to.

"Norman, we'll have to give you one, too, just in case." The doctor said, crossing to Sean first.  I had't realized it, but when Dr. Collins came in, he was already carrying the three shots.  He just had to get the alcohol swabs in the drawer.

He pulled Sean's sleeve up, rubbed it with alcohol, and fixed up the shot.  Before anyone had time to react, the needle was in and out of Sean's arm.  He only winced for a moment before smiling at me, "Your turn." 

I roll my eyes jokingly and jump when the cold liquid is abruptly smeared on my upper-arm.  Before I knew it, the doctor had the needle centimeters from my arm, and quickly plunged it in.  The pain wasn't as bad as I though it was going to be, just a pinch, but out of instinct, I grabbed Sean's wrist.   Both Norman and Sean looked at me.  I could tell they were about to laugh.

 Before they could start, I hushed them and realized the shot was out.

"Your turn Norman," I joked, looking at him and pulling my hand from Sean's wrist.  Norman rolled his eyes and rolled his sleeve up.  The doctor had a small smile, just laughing at this weird bunch of losers.

After Norman's shot, and a squeal of pain that made even the doctor laugh, we were ordered to stay in here for half an hour just in case some of the ingredients in the medicine causes a reaction.

Our first game of boredom was to try and flicked dirt from the plant pot at Norman.  Well, it wasn't really a game, more an attempt for me and Sean's enjoyment.  Norman kept swatting them away and then would go right back to is magazine that was a review about the first episode of season three The Walking Dead that just aired last night. 

Me and Sean's second "game" was that the floor was lava.  We would jump from the bed to the chair, then step over the annoyed Norman, and swing with his crutches from the last chair to the air-conditioner, then back to the bed.  It kept us busy for a solid twenty minutes, and that's when the Doctor came back in.

"You all just have to sign some papers at the front desk, and you're free to go!" He smiled wide, and since I was in mid-swing with the crutches, I tumbled down into the air-vent under the window.  Sean couldn't stop laughing, and Norman chuckled.

We all walked down the hall, passed the first room with caution tape, and then took the fill-out forms to exit the hospital.

When I was finished, and I was finished pretty quickly, I turned in the papers and was walking away when the lady called me back to the desk.

"You have a phone call," Her eyebrows raised. She was surprised I got a phone call, I guess.

I took the phone from her hand, confused, and held it up to my ear.  "Hello?"

"Sweetie! Hows it going?!  I miss you so much!" My aunts voice cheered from the other line.

Wait, my aunt!?

"Hi, auntie Beth, how'd you get to me?" I asked, looking over at Norman and Sean who were finishing up the last page of the paper.

"Oh, it's quite a long story.  I got a call from the jail, I heard you were arrested, and also got a call from this hospital and they said that you are diagnosed with Demoxin?" She said, obviously surprised by all this news.

"Demoxim," I correct her, "And, look, I'm sorry about that.  It's just, this guy named Norman, well, I didn't know it was the Norman Reedus, and I kind of punched him." I explained, nervously watching Norman struggle with writing.  

I just then realized he had gotten his cast off, and now just had a couple inches of tape on his wrist.  He probably got the crutches when they switched from cast to tape.

"Wait, wait, wait, Norman Reedus!?" Her voice rose and I pulled the phone from my ear.

"Shh, and yes.  He's here in the hospital.  Along with Sean." I say, wincing, ready for her voice to yell.

"Oh my goodness!  Why are they there?  Can I talk to them?!  Did you get their autograph?!  Are they nice?  Cute? Oh! How about-" She trampled me with questions.

"Auntie, calm down, yes to all of those!  They're great.  And they're here because Sean Patrick Flanery and me were both diagnosed with the disease, and Norman got in a wreck.  It has been a big. . .  Month." I said, chuckling, and seeing Norman get up as well as Sean.

"Well, it seems like you're having fun, but, I have some news.  I don't really know how to put this-" She began, my heart pounding.

"Who's that?" Norman asked curiously, handing the lady his papers.  I held up a finger, and waited for her to break it to me.

But, as soon as she did, I wished I never would've waited.

"Sweetie!  Your mother's getting out of jail!"