Chris woke up in the recovery ward, feeling very odd indeed. His lower half didn't feel a part of him still and he felt sick. He didn't watch the operation and, although it was a success, he still felt anxious. On the few occasions when he tried to sleep his side ached and felt bruised which kept him awake. He wondered how he'd be if he was unconscious; whether the pain would be as bad. He clenched the blanket around him as he shivered, not recovering from the coldness of the theatre. The anaesthetist was good with him and helped him feel calmer but it didn't substitute Aleks. Over these past few weeks he'd felt alone and this made him feel worse.
He heard someone walk towards the room he was in. He sat up expecting it to be Craig, hoping it was Craig, but it wasn't.
"It was alright, wasn't it?" The anaesthetist asked, smiling and closing the door behind him,
"Yes. I guess it was."
"So that shouldn't be a problem for you anymore. We placed back everything that was misplaced. It may still feel a little bruised though."
Chris smiled slightly, a Picasso painting coming into his head.
"Is everything alright?" the doctor said, identifying discomfort
"It is a little bruised erm," he said quietly, not wanting to make a fuss.
The doctor came over an examined the scarring, "Aah, it will be for a little while yet whilst it heals. Is erm, anyone coming to see you?" His scarring was normal, but the doctors would have to check it out before he was discharged. The doctor had become very concerned over chris' behaviour over the short time he was there; he seemed isolated and unhappy, which could be expected, but he never spoke about anyone like other patients did. When he'd asked him about family, he had gone around the subject. He wasn't sure whether to bring it up, or whether it was his general nature.
Chris sighed, "I don't think anyone is coming for me."
"Oh. Well I'm sure you're important to someone. And erm, if you need anything just give us a shout." He said with a smile and left, closing the door behind him.
'I need friends, but do I seem to have any...'
As he lay there, numb and still mildly drugged, he wondered what he had done to upset Craig so much. Why hadn't he called or text him? Dan was just the same, but he was in Guadeloupe. It seemed like no one cared right now.
Even after a day of being in hospital, no onehad come to see him. He'd stayed up as long as he could, but no one came. He felt non-existent; the others around him all had visitors, but he didn't. He wanted someone right now. He'd told Aleks he may have to stay overnight, but she still hadn't come or called. What if something had happened to her or the children? Or maybe, she just forgot about him? He sighed and tried to get himself up, feeling well enough to do so. As he moved the catheter from his leg, he managed to stand up. As he stood however,he felt ill and his wound made him feel worse. He almost lost his balance. He'dmade a noise as he held onto the heart machine beside him.
"Sir, are you okay?" a nurse asked, walking in briskly
Chris nodded, trying to stay brave even though his side hurt like hell. Why was a woman here?
"Feeling ill?" she placed a hand on his back as he tried to stand,
"A little." Chris sighed, trying not to feel bad, his pain had increased.
"Try sitting a while. I will go and check with your doctor to see if you canleave yet. You've been here 24 hours I take it?"
Chris nodded, sitting on the bed and holding his side in pain,
"Alright, I will go and check your notes."
"Okay." Chris said and watched her leave. He panted slightly and tried not tofeel pain. Why hadn't anyone come for him? The amount of times he'd been therefor others when they had operations was unbelievable. He'd been there moretimes they'd been there for him.
The nurse returned with a water bottle and a smile,
"Good news. You can go home very soon."
"Right." Chris smiled, drinking the water he was given. "Will I be able to drive myself back or..?"
"Well, that all depends on how you feel and how you've recovered. If you're notsick and can feel everything then yes. We don't want you back here in acoffin."
"I will be fine." Chris said, 'I think.'
"Hmm. We'll let us check you out first."
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Silent Pain
FanfictionChris has his op and hopes Craig comes to visit. When he doesn't, he goes to his apartment. For several days, he tries to make himself better (but doesn't work), doctors come visit and Alecks becomes worried. After seeing Craig's documentary, he bec...
