Fighter

Healing and Teaching

Somewhere on the ride back I fell asleep I don’t think my body could take the pain any more.

I woke to the feeling of being carried, I was snuggled into a warm chest and I could feel the muscles moving as the person carrying me walked. I tried to move to look at the person carrying me but hissed out in pain as my side flared up with pain as I tried.

“I wouldn’t try moving it will only make it worse.” Vance said so that’s who was carrying me. I just stayed silent and didn’t move.

“Is she ok? What happened? Who did this?” Joey said really fast as I heard him approaching.

“She’s in allot of pain put should be fine, but she gonna need stiches, she was cut with a knife and by some guy back at the warehouse.” Vance answered him.

“Gees, here give her to me.” Joey told Vance, as Vance moved me to give me to him I hissed out in pain.

“Stop!” I yelled at them.

“Maybe you should just carry her.” Joey told Vance.

“Good idea.”  Vance replied. I sighed in relief that was gonna hurt otherwise.

After a few more minutes of walking Vance told me he was putting me down, I bit my lip so I wouldn’t scream out in pain as Vance tried to put me down softly. I sighed in relief when I was lying flat on my back not moving, that’s when I realised where I was, the walls where white and so was everything else in the room, the floor the beds the sheets. The infirmary somewhere I always end up, being in our old infirmary so many times I picked up a lot of medical skills and I was fine with everything except the one thing I feared. Needles, when I live with Big Johnny he used to inject me with weird drugs, some would make me drowsy others would make me hallucinate some would put me in hospital and some I would be out for days. Ever since then I can’t stand them so being put in the infirmary a lot was not something I enjoyed, but luckily the doctor at my old home new about this and to knock me out they would use sleeping gas, but every now and then I would need an injection for one reason or another, luckily Joey would always be there or Kevin.

A man walked in wearing a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck, he had shaggy blonde hair and looked to be around 27, he had sparkling blue eyes and an easy smile, making me relax instantly.

“So what happened?” He asked as he walked to the side of my bed that my stomach had been cut, instead of answering I lifted my shirt up to just under my bra to reveal the surprisingly good patch work Vance had done, though despite his efforts blood was seeping through the fabric. I heard the doctor suck in a breath along with every one else in the room. I just sighed as I realised I was going to have to have stiches, there just as bad as needles.

“Gees that’s bad luckily you got it patched up though if you lose more blood you could start having major problems.” He told me, I looked over at Vance who was standing looking at his patch work he looked up at me, I nodded a thanks to him he seemed to understand and nodded back. “Ok I’m going to have to remove the patching to see the extent of the injury so I’m warning you this is going to hurt, a lot.” I nodded at him to do what he needed and watched as he started taking the patching away.

I bit my lip again and squeezed my eyes closed as the pain started from him taking out the patch work, I grabbed a hold of Joey’s hand and squeezed it.

Once I felt no more patches being removed from my stomach I open my eyes and saw all the bloody patchwork at the end of the bed I turned to the doctor who look like he was thinking.

“Ok well we’re going to have to stich it up so I’ll inject you with a sleeping medication to knock you out.” My face dropped and I’m pretty sure I was as white as a ghost, I started to get a weird feeling at the back of my neck and my vision went insanely bright just like it does before I faint.