I don't know what a stroke feels like but it feels like I had one close to it I don't know how you would feel after you've been told that you fractured and bruised your ribs. But the way I feel is numb and I'm that moment the pain just dulled away. Who wants to be told that Information because all I want to do is cry but that's because I basically broke my ribs.
"Ok what do I need to do" I say as I let out a breath of air. When I have been told bad news I think the worst possible thing it's annoying all I want is for everything in my life to be okay and good in my 17 years of living that has not happened.
"Well I'm going to ice it and wrap it after icing I can if you want strap and ice pack to it as well that's what I'm going to do what you need to do is not move around a lot you told me that you walked here I can tell you that's out of the question because you will make farther damage and I've at night and after you get home from school or work and take off the bandage when you shower put it back on with pressure and after a few days you can come back here and I will help you get back to where you were at" he explains and my mouth is wide open.
"What" he asks when he sees my face.
"You did not just sound like a 17 year old boy" I say Astonished still trying to process it.
He chuckles "Really" he asks
"Yeah you sound like a real pediatrician" I say as his eyebrows.
"Wow that's good" he says.
"It's very good"I correct him.
"Ok I'm going to ice here and right here" he points to my left side and my right side.
"Ok" I say trying to distract myself thinking over what he told me what I needed to do then one thought leaked into my head I can't walk home oh shit how am I suppose to get home.
"Do you not have a ride home" he asks
Wait did I just say that out loud
"Did I just say that out loud" I ask
"Yes you did do you need one" he asks I shake my head vigorously.
"No no I don't want you to go out of your way" I say.
"It's ok it's no problem" he says.
"Okay I guess" I say.
"This might feel uncomfortable so don't move when I put this on because it will hurt when you move" he says as he put the first ice pack on my right side and then on my left side I suck in a breath of air.
"Ahhh cold" I say trying really hard not to squirm.
"Sorry so how long have you been fighting" he asks as he put the third ice pack in the middle of my stomach.
"Um let me think I was 13 when I took interest in it then a few weeks later I checked out fighting matches I wanted to see so bad I loved it so I went to a boxing gym and did my thing worked like crazy and had my first fight when I was 13 almost 14 and I won I fighted against this guy named Crazy Euro or something" I explain.
"That was you!" He says surprised.
"What..." I say unsure of what he means.
"You're Jack Hammer the one that beat me at age 14" he says with his eyes wide.
"My name was Jack Hammer a few years ago and I'm confused
"You fought against a guy named Crazy Euro right" he says I nod
"And I fought against someone named Jack Hammer do you understand now" he says
"Oh my god..." I say
YOU ARE READING
The Story Of Me
Teen FictionI'm punching left and right into the punching bag getting more worn out "If you punch the bag any harder think you'll break it" he says. I ignore him. "Don't ignore me" he says in deep sexy voice. Suddenly I'm slammed onto the nearest wall somehow...
