Best Friends with a Vampire?

Chapter 22: Home

Author's note:

Chapter 22: Home

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I had just singed my tongue on the hospital that I was being served constantly, not to mention the custard, apple juice and water. That's all I could have. I couldn't have solid foods otherwise it would cause my ribs to be sore since they weren't completely healed yet. 

"Remember to drink from your straw dear!" One of the nurses cried cheerfully as she walked past my bed. 

I nearly spilt my apple juice but managed not to. I was getting sick of soup. The one I had today tasted like hippo crap. 

I couldn't eat it anymore. I pushed it aside and just had my juice instead. 

"Not hungry boy?" The food tray lady said to me as she cleaned up my tray.

"No, not really," I replied. 

She looked at me while she picked up my bowl and my rubbish and placed it on her tray. I looked up at her. 

"What happened to you again?" She asked. 

I swallowed the juice that was in my mouth. 

"I was bashed by police," I replied. 

"That's right, your injuries were bad."

I nodded. 

"But my cast on my hand wasn't from that, I punched a door a few days earlier," I added. 

She just nodded again. 

"Angry?" She asked. 

I nodded again. 

"Alright son, have a nice day."

"Thanks,' I mumbled, 'you too." 

At that second, Ruth came around the corner. 

"Hello Thomas, how are you feeling this morning?" She asked. 

"Alright,' I mumbled, 'I wouldn't mind going home." 

I sighed. 

"Don't worry,' she chuckled, 'this is your fourth day in, 'only three days to go, at the least!"

I sighed again. 

"Come on,' she continued, 'we have to take another x-ray of your leg and ribs."

She grabbed the wheelchair and called over the other nurses to help me in. She wheeled me into the same x-ray room as a few nights before and helped me back onto the table. 

I waited while she took them. 

"Getting better,' she said,' the crack's still there, you should be able to walk on it soon. 'Still has a few weeks to heal though."

"What about my ribs?" I asked. 

"Well, 'she continued, 'they will take a few more weeks too."

Well, I was a vampire, they should be healing a little faster. 

I nodded and she helped me back into the wheelchair.

"And how's your hand?" She asked.

"Alright," I replied.

"I can tell your fingers are still swollen," she continued.

I looked at my fingers. They were swollen like she said. And I suppose my knuckles would have been too.

She wheeled me back out to my bed. 

"Mum!" I exclaimed. 

"Hello Thomas!' She cried, helping me along with Ruth onto my bed. 'How are you feeling?"