The Incredible League of Goth Pizza Haters (RH)

Part 78

---Sylvia---
I woke up in the night in pain. They said I might need more morphine as the additional pain meds would wear off over time. They were right.

The room was dark and quiet, someone must've come in and turned the TV off. I looked for the remote to call a nurse but I must've knocked it off the bed while sleeping because it wasn't there. I tried to lean over the side of the bed to look for it but bending shot lightning rods of pain through my right side and I nearly screeched. It's not like I could just get up and walk off. I had monitors strapped to my wrist and fingers and an IV in my arm. Mena was a heavy sleeper, there was no waking her up without a death threat and three alarms hidden in various places.

"Ricky," I whispered. He didn't stir. "Ricky!"

The next five minutes were spent with my indecisive ass switching between waiting to see a nurse pass by or just fucking throwing a lamp at my boyfriend.

I went with the lamp idea, but instead of the lamp I just used the empty fruit salad dish.

Upon the object making contact with his sleeping face he shot up looking like he'd just witnessed the end times. I would've laughed if it didn't feel like I was dying.

"Ricky," I called. He looked over, sleepy-eyed at first and then really worried.

"Yeah? Are you okay?," his voice was scratchy and tired as he got up from the chair, "What's wrong?"

"I need the remote thingy." I whispered, "I need to call the nurse."

"What's wrong?" he asked, searching the floor.

"Nothing. I just hurt." I murmured and he nodded, handing me the remote. I pressed the nurse button and we waited. In no time a woman brushed back the privacy curtain. Soon I had more medication in my system and she left us alone again.

She said it would take about thirty minutes before I would feel better, so I tried to distract my mind with Ricky's phone. He moved his chair over and sat with me for a while, which was both embarrassing and touching at the same time.

Soon I gave his phone back and waited for the medicine to kick in. A little while later it finally did, and after that, I fell back asleep.

***

---Ricky---

The next morning I awoke to a nurse speaking in a hushed tone to Mena while Via still slept. I sat up, yawning and checked the time. It was nine am. The nurse left and Mena stood up and stretched before we made eye contact.

"We're leaving soon. Via's mother is here so get your things," she said before leaning to her best friend and gently shaking her awake.

A half hour later, we were almost ready to leave. It took time for them to remove the monitors and do some simple tests. She seemed to pass alright, and afterward, they talked for a while about pain meds and resting and such.

I'd brought clothes in my car for Via when I arrived at the hospital in hopes that she would be well enough to go home. They prescribed her some pain medication and gave her morphine before sending a bunch of paperwork and a wheelchair.

Mena went out to pull Ivy's car around to the front. The plan was for Via and her mom to drive with Mena and go back to Ivy's house. I would follow behind in my car.

"Here, honey, take off the gown." Ivy was saying, picking up her daughter's shirt.

"Mom, I can dress myself. I'm not dying."

"I know you're not dying, but I also know you might need help. You've got some bruised ribs and not to mention you've had a lot of morphine-,"

"I can dress myself."

"You really need-,"

"Fine. Then let Ricky help me." she gestured towards me while her mother glared. I shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot.

Please don't get me in trouble. I think. Don't say anything inappropriate to make her hate me.

"Sylvia, I've seen your boobs."

"So has he."

Like that.

Her mother made a face and Via continued, "Oh, come on. I've been dating him for months. Do we really have to have the talk about the birds and bees? When two people like each other reeaally much they take off their clothes and-,"

"OKAY, I will help her change." I cut in, gently taking the shirt from Ivy. She gave me a sharp look before sighing and walking out, shaking her head at her unruly daughter. I turned to Via, reminding myself they'd given her more morphine and her head was probably up in the clouds somewhere. I set the shirt down, sifting through the clothes. "You are going to get me in trouble." I murmured and she smiled at me.

"Nah, my mom likes you. She doesn't like me right now." I pulled out the privacy curtain and unclipped the top of her hospital gown. It fell down, shamelessly exposing everything above her waist. I couldn't help my eyes from staring, and I saw the painful looking galaxy of bruises that spread across her chest and belly from the seatbelt and ribcage from the impact. Damn.

She shifted uncomfortably and brushed a hand lightly over the marks. I snapped out of it, and my next words tumbled awkwardly from my mouth.

"Bra? Yes or no?"

"Yes, please." she murmured and lifted her arms as I reached around and fumbled with the clasps. "I'll tell you about it later, okay? Right now I just want things to be... to..."

"I know," I murmured, turning and kissing her good cheek, "...Goddamnit."

"What?"

"The fucking hooks... the stupid..." I sighed in frustration, readjusting as she snorted in amusement. "I'll admit," I said, "I'm better at taking these off than I am at putting them on."

"I think you kinda suck at both."

"Thank you so much." After I finally got it I tried to help her with her shirt but she insisted she could dress herself so I let her stubborn ass do the rest until she got to her pants. Which she commented,

"Why'd you bring my lazy pants?"

"I thought they would be more comfortable than skinny jeans."

"Yeah, but... Lazy pants in public turn into Giving Up On Your Life Pants and I-,"

"Sylvia Deluca, squeeze your ass and your pride into those comfy fucking sweatpants until we get home. It's not like we're stopping to perform a concert, we're just going home." she made a face at me and winced as she bent over to pull them on. Bruised ribs must fucking suck. I assisted her as much as she would let me and pulled over the wheelchair. She glared at it.

"No way. No way in fuck."

"Sylvia."

"Richard."

"Sylvia."

"Richard." Just then her mom knocked on the doorway and pulled back the privacy curtain.

"Tell your daughter to get in her wheelchair."

"Sylvia."

"No."

"Sylvia Lynn Deluca get in the wheelchair." her mother demanded and without another word, Via got shakily to her feet and walked past the wheelchair and out of the room. Fucker. Her mother and I shared a look and followed her briskly out of the room.

Clutching her abdomen, we watched her hobble down the hallway ahead of us and I picked up my pace until I was walking alongside her.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Fantastic." she breathed. Outside, Mena shot us a weird look at seeing her best friend up and walking. Wordlessly, she got into the front seat while her mom got in the back. I went back to my car and a short while later was driving back to her mother's house.