Bad Boy and the Badass

(14) The Aftermath

      I wake up on a hospital bed, which at this point isn't unusual. I look down at both of my arms, I few small bandages, but nothing exceptionally terrible. Oh God, what does my face look like? I try to sit up but I'm still attached to a morphine drip and a heart rate monitor. Fantastic Percy, your stuck in bed. I turn my head to the side and see a fresh bouquet of roses on the plain wooden hospital chair next to me. I can tell their fresh because the dew from the store in still glistening under the fluorescent lighting above me. I reach with my free hand to try and grab the tag, to see who they're from, but I come up short. Instead I use my leg to scoot the leg of the chair closer to me, until I finally reach the bouquet. I plop then onto my chest and look for the little card. I find it in the bouquet itself and it's a full sized Hallmark card. I open the card and see it's from London, cause who else would send you flowers dummy?
From: London,
If you wake up before I get back, these are for you. The fireman tracked where the fire originated and apparently Aunt Rosalie left her extra blanket too close to the heater and it caught flame. Doc said you would be fine, miraculously you just have a few minor burns and some glass cuts. Anyway, I went to see the fire-starter herself down a floor. See you soon Kore.

   Huh, so I guess you're not burned to Hell after all!
I wave a nurse in and ask her if there's any way I can be mobile for a while. She detaches my heart-rate monitor and grabs me a new morphine bag and helps me stand up. Apparently I shouldn't strain myself for a while, which is kind of a disappointment, considering my choice of career. I walk my way out of my room, which isn't as a hard as I thought, I have a bit of a wobble in the knees, but other than that, I feel pretty okay. My shoulder hurts a tad, but anyone who jumped out a window from 8 feet and crashed onto a hard-ass mattress would. I hold onto the morphine stand just in case, but I make my way to the elevator. Not to see London and Rosalie, I figure they'll want some time together, but my stomach is growling and demands to be fed.

    After a few seconds in the elevator I arrive in the bustling cafeteria. Technology is wonderful. I grab a plate, and some fruit, cheese, a bite-sized sandwich, and ice cream. Holding my plate with one hand, I press the elevator button with the other and step in. The elevator stops one floor below mine and a doctor steps on, as the doors close I catch a glimpse of London chatting up some pretty blonde nurse. Typical. Apparently he spots me too, and the scowl I'm shooting in his direction. He says goodbye to his female flavor and rushes toward the elevator, the doctor reaches for the button to hold the elevator but I stop his hand. The elevator closes and we're off. I realize that the elevator will be by again of course, but that doesn't mean I can't express my feelings using simple hinderances. Sometimes pettiness is exactly what one needs to express annoyance, and I live by that.

The elevator opens and I return to my room, still holding my plate with one hand, I return to bed and set the plate on my lap. Choosing to start with my fruit-cup and work around to the ice cream, I turn in the TV to a rerun episode of Greys Anatomy. Perfect. I finish my fruit and move the plate around to my sandwich. Despite being hospital food, this sandwich looks... really good. I lean down to the steamy ham, lettuce, and cheesy goodness I hold before myself and lean in...

"PERCY!" I throw my sandwich in terror and it's contents spill around me. I shoot daggers with my eyes at London and he realizes what he has just caused. He sighs and takes a step forward, then hands me the contents of my sandwich, then assumes a T-pose position. He knows what's coming, or does he? He expects you to throw your sandwich at him... so do something different. I slowly get out of bed and London screws his eyes shut in anticipation. Instead I grab a bun of bread and tip-toe toward him. Once I about 5 inches from his petrified body I reach around and give his ass a squeeze. He opens his mouth to gasp and that's when I shove the whole bun in his mouth. He chokes for a minute and I die laughing. I jump back in my bed and slither under my covers, picking up my spoon and ice cream cup. My face returns to its resting frown as I begging to munch.