Jughead's Family Secret

Chapter 33

After a few days, where my body started adjusting to all the hormones and steroids i was moved to a hotel like room. It had a couch, and a fridge, there was a still a hospital bed, but it had little accessories that didn't make me feel so trapped. I had gotten Betty to bring me pillows, blankets, and other things so I didn't stay bored. Usually someone was with me to keep me entertained, but sometimes work schedules didn't work out. I was overly caught up on newspaper things, and the girl I had hired a little bit ago had visited me once. She had everything under control, and I knew I didn't have to worry. Archie stayed with me most of the time, but sometimes he had things to do. Currently I was sitting on the little couch watching tv, waiting for a nurse to come and check on me. I dozed off, and I had woken up to a nurse gently rubbing my shoulder to wake me up. She helped me sit up and told me I was going to go down and do physical therapy. I really didn't want to, but I was bored and I thought it might help with my achey back. She walked with me as I waddled my way through the hospital. She brought me down to the center and introduced me to who I guess was my new physical therapist. He was tall, and had a very prominent Jersey accent. He seemed nice enough. He had me sit on a big flat table, which he could move up and down. He started asking me questions about where I felt discomfort, and asked me how everything had been going. The questioning seemed to go on forever, but eventually he asked me if I was comfortable doing some exercises. We did several involving a yoga ball where I had to roll around and do other things. We did a weirder one where he placed a weight ball in between my thighs and I had to squeeze it for a certain amount of time. When he could tell I was getting fatigued, he had me lay on my left side on the table and he started massaging it. He ended up finding several places on my back and was trying to work through them. It felt great, my whole body hurt and this seemed to take it away for a second. Then a nurse came to get me, she walked me back to my room, just to hook me up some monitors. Every 2-3 days they would put two monitors on me and track the twins vitals, then they would give me more hormones. The hormones messed with me pretty bad and I'd usually either be crying or a complete asshole. The monitors would stay on for an hour, and they'll give me my supper for the day. Today I was still alone when the nurse put the monitors on me so I had to eat by myself. The nurse promised me she'd be back in an hour. I ate in silence, then picked up a book to finish passing the time. The nurse care back, and Betty still wasn't there. I didn't really want to be given the hormones with nobody there, but it seemed like my only option. The nurse started removing the monitors, then she gave me an IV and started messing with the bags. It took her a few minutes, but then she removed the IV and left. I decided to go sit on the couch. I had barely sat down before a massive wave of nausea hit me, I waddled as quickly as I could to the bathroom before losing all of my lunch. I was throwing up a lot, and it was getting hard to breathe, o started seeing stars in my vision, I lowered myself to the floor before passing out. Betty was screaming, I opened my eyes, I felt like a train wreck. She was trying to wake me up. A nurse suddenly came swooping in, they were both helping me sit up. I was struggling to wake up. They both gave me time to catch my breath and my head. The nurse passed me a cup of water. I sipped it, my hand shaking. "What happened Jug?" Betty asked me holding my cheek. "I threw up then I passed out." The nurse nodded," it was probably a side affect of the hormones." Betty nodded. They helped me get to bed and lay down. Betty joined me. I couldn't shake off the tiredness, and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.