Me & Her [gxg] | NOT EDITED

Twenty

It's almost 7:00pm now. Today has been a long day. Very long.

Cameron's doing good, but they wanna keep him over night just to make sure it's nothing else other than he was off his medication. He has a minor concussion from hitting his head though.

Nate's here still too. Waiting for the paralysis to be gone I guess. He said that the doctors said it would be gone in a couple of hours.

He's been sitting in the waiting room, getting up, walking around and back to sitting down. Like clockwork. He's worried about something.

"Hey," I say to Nate and grab him by his right arm as he walks back in the waiting room. He winces a little.

"What?" He says sitting down on my left.

"What is up with you? Haven't you been discharged or something?" I ask.

"I don't know. I still can't move my hand," he says.

"You're going to be okay. You're gonna get yourself stressed out," I say to him and put my hand on his. He's still shaking. Wait. What?

"Before you ask. Yes I am on my medication, the shaking and jumpiness is just part of the side effects," he says. He goes to get back up again. But I stop him.

"Hey, do you wanna go meet Nelson?" I ask. I don't recall him ever meeting Nelson.

"No thanks," he states.

"Too bad, you are," I say.

I get up and he follows. I head to Nelson's room.

"Hey Nate?" I say.

"Yeah?" He says.

"Can you take your sweatshirt off?" I ask.

"Why?" He says skeptically.

"Just do it," I say.

He does as I say even with his sling. Yep. That just shows how much he's been in the hospital. His shirt comes up some revealing his skinny stick self. He quickly pulls it down. But I take note that there is ink on his side.

"I was right," I state. Taking a better look at him. His shoulder is severely bruised.

"What?" He says.

"Hang on a second," I say. Then I touch his shoulder gently because I noticed it was slightly out of place.

"Shit," he says after. "Fuck.. Ow."

"You feel better now?" I ask.

"Fuck. What did you do?" He says.

"I just put your shoulder back in place," I say, "Can you feel your hand?"

"Uh, yeah actually, I can," he says and moves his hand a little. "More than before."

"Well that's really sad that the doctors missed that," I say, "Must've only been something else out of place."

"Well everyone makes a mistake at least once in their life," he states and starts putting his sweatshirt back on.

"Before you do that," I say, then ask, "What's your tattoo?"

"My what?" He asks. As if he's clueless.

"Nate, I saw it, now tell me," I say, "When did you get it?"

"I got it when I was 17," he says, "It's a stag."

"What's it mean?" I ask.

"Masculinity, strength, power," he states.