Off The Ice

Chapter 45

"Hey, hey, easy," I say, attempting to ease Harry out of his hospital bed. 

"I should be telling you the same thing. I can tell Lorelai worked your ass off today, you shouldn't be lifting a man."

"I'm not lifting you, I'm stopping you from getting up too fast by easing you up myself."

"Semantics." I ignore him and get him into the wheelchair that we kept in the room from Sunday afternoon. It's Tuesday night and the doctors told him that he is in the clear to leave but that he needs to come back in for a checkup on Monday. Knowing him he probably won't go. 

He's changed into a black shirt and black skinny jeans that I brought from his dorm and I have his bloody clothes in another bag along with is facial rings. 

I start wheeling him out of the room and down the hall to my car. I take him back to the forest house and get him on the couch. We order Chinese takeout and tell them to stop at a different house two blocks down from the trees. 

"Okay Sutton, I need you to do me the biggest favor in the world," he tells me. 

"Are you really asking for a blow job right now?"

"No, no, it's not that," he laughs. He reaches into the bag of his bloody clothes and pulls out the smaller clear bag that holds all of his facial rings. "I need you to put them back on for me."

"Nope. No. Uh-uh. I refuse."

"Oh come on, it's not that bad. I can't stand up long enough to put them in myself using a mirror and you know full well that both of us miss them."

"Not that much."

"Please? For me?" He attempts at giving me a puppy face but it's a laughable attempt because of how bad it is. 

"Okay, fine," I giggle. "I'll do it if you stop making that face." He smirks and gives me the bag. I reluctantly reach in and pull one of them out. "What is this? Where does this go? What does it do?"

"Easy love. That's my eyebrow ring." I make a grossed out face and he pulls me closer in front of him. "Okay, now do you see the two holes right here?" he asks, pointing to his face. I nod with the still-present grossed out face and he laughs again. "Alright. Now take this ball off. Then take the point end and stick it through the top hole, then wiggle around under the skin and get it through the second one and then place the ball back on and you're done."

I take the ball off the ring and move it closer to his face and right when I'm about to do it I jump back. "Will it hurt? Cause I don't wanna hurt you."

"I'm used to it."

I make a whining noise and go back in. I stick one end through the top hole and then start moving around to find the exit. It feels really gross and I hate it and no. I get it through and quickly put the ball back on and then I scoot back to the other side of the couch. "Nope. Nuh-uh, never doing that again!" I shriek. 

"We've only got the lip ring left, that one's not as bad."

"Nope," I say standing up. "Not doing it," I call as I walk over to the kitchen counter to dig around my purse. 

"What are you looking for?"

"This," I say, pulling out my compact mirror. "You can put that in yourself, I am never touching facial piercings again. That was so gross. I mean they look hot, but the process to get there is repulsive."

"Such a big girl's blouse."

"I'm sorry but what the acutal hell?"

"British slang. Get used to it." I walk back over to the couch with the mirror and sit back in front of him, holding it up in front of his face. Of course he just sticks it in with ease in a matter of like five seconds and then smirks at me. "You're such a baby."