Just weight a little longer

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  I carefully pulled the thin blanket over my shoulders once more. It was short, so when I pulled it over me, my feet were uncovered. I sighed and rolled onto my side.

  I was all alone because my friends went to the cafeteria. It took a lot of convincing to get Candace to go along. She didn't want to leave me alone.

  My doctor explained that because I was awake and stable, to help get my energy and strength back up, I would have to drink a protein smoothie three times a day. I would also be going to therapy in the hospital, mental and physical. I would have to go on walks through the hospital once my strength was back up. Drinking protein three times a day could be worse. Or at least that's what others would say. I guess that's why I'm taking therapy. So I could learn to take the drink without hesitation.

  I placed my hands in between my head and the pillow, so my head could be a little more elevated. There were bandages on my head because of the cuts that were formed from the glass of the beer bottle I fell on.

  A shiver went through my body when I thought what had happened the night before. It was Sunday, so the memories were from the night before. I wanted never to think about them again, but that wasn't an option. The more I thought about what I said to Parker, the worse I felt. It got worse and worse. I wanted to see him. I needed to see him and apologize. That was the least I could do.

  An idea came into my mind. I paged the nurse, and she arrived soon.

  "What can I do for you, Oliver?" The nice woman asked.

  "I was wondering... could I maybe go and see my friend?" I asked hesitantly. I worried she would say no.

  The nurse thought for a moment and glanced at my chart. "Oh, I don't think that's a very good idea. You are too weak right now to be walking." She gave me a sympathetic look, and on her way out of the room I called to her.

  "Please! I need to see my friend."

  The nurse turned around to me and leaned against my door frame. "What if I brought your friend here?" She suggested.

  I shook my head. "He won't come..." I said quietly. Then another idea came into my mind. "What if I didn't walk?" The nurse tilted her head. "What if I were in a wheelchair?"

  She smiled, and nodded her head. "I'll see if there is one for you. If not though, I'm sorry. You won't be able to see your friend."

  The woman left the room, and I saw her go down the hallway. I hoped and prayed that she would find one. If no one else needed one.

  After a few minutes, the nurse was back at my door with a wheelchair in hands. She rolled it over to the side of my bed.

  "Yay!" I croaked and then chuckled at my weak voice. I was so grateful that the wheelchair was here, but I was a bit terrified on how I was going to get into it.

  The nurse pulled away the covers, and gave me her hand. She wrapped her arm around my waist, and started to pull me off my bed. My head pounded and I winced. It hurt so bad. I fell into the chair, because the older nurse didn't seem to have the strength to gently place me into it.

  My back ached, and I wasn't very comfortable in the chair. The nurse grabbed my water baggy and the little wheely cart it was attached to. I wasn't exactly sure what it was called. There were little needles with cotton balls on the inside of my elbows.

  "How are you feeling, Oliver?" The nurse asked, her hands on the handles of my wheelchair. I wasn't feeling very well at all. I was very weak, and I felt fragile. It felt like the chair was bruising my back.