Fast, Furious, and... On the Run?

Fast, Furious, and... On the Run? [Chapter 13]

Fast, Furious, and… On the Run?

[Chapter 13]

While I was happy to have everyone around me, they turned out to be big pain in the butts.

The doctors decided I would have to stay in the hospital for another month to recover and so I could go to physical therapy. More or less I could not really use the arm near where I had been shot.

But that was not the annoying part.

Anytime I went to move, it did not matter if it was Steve, Dean, or my dad, they would all jump up and start protesting. You would think that I got hit by a car and every bone in my body was broken with the way they were all acting.

The term ‘worse then old ladies’ came to mind when I thought of them.

But finally that long awaited day came. I was now at my last physical therapy session, my arm was pretty soar, but feeling a lot better than it was when we first started.

“So, you excited to go home?” My therapist, Dr. George, asked. Yeah, his name is seriously Dr. George. He even has a good sense of humor.

“You betcha.” I replied, remembered the first week of meeting Dr. George. I made many jokes about his name, but he never scowled once. Got to give the guy props for that.

“Well, you better get going and get your stuff together.” He gave me a wink.

Shocked I looked at the clock, sure enough we still had another half hour before our session was done. I smiled, “Really?”

He just nodded, looking at something on his clip board.

Before he had a chance to change his mind I took of for my room. George was a cool guy, a little uptight, but none the less, pretty cool. He was in his fifties or sixties and apparently has three kids and five grandkids. They were all pretty cute.

Dean and Steve were already in my room when I entered, putting all my stuff in bags or on a cart. I gave them a confused look, “You know I was going to do that right?”

“Yeah, but you’re not allowed to, you’re on bed rest.” Steve gave me a sly smile.

“No way in hell am I on bed rest! I am perfectly fine. I just have to take it easy on my arm. That does not mean bed rest.”

Dean just chuckled, “He’s just messing with you. But we are going to be around to make sure you don’t do anything you shouldn’t be.”

“Oh, yippie. My own personal babysitters. Thank the Lord.” I sighed and plopped on my bed seeing that they were not going to let me help pack my things.

Steve and Dean just laughed as they finished up. Over these months the two of them, even my dad, have all become super close. Apparently that happens while someone is in a coma/hospital for a total of three months.

Ten minutes later we were ready to go. Except one of the nurses then walked in with a wheel chair. “Oh, hell no. No way. Nuhu.” I said before I even realized it.

“You have to. Standard procedure.” Steve came over and stood in front of me with his arms out.

“I hate you guys.” I pouted before getting up and taking a seat. I probably would have resisted, but I could tell that Steve would not hesitate to pick me up if I would not move.

This is great. As we made our way onto the ground floor we passed many people – even a few hot guys – and here I was stuck in a wheel chair. I looked like a retard. Especially with all the get well balloons floating behind me.

I attempted to glare and both Dean and Steve, but they successfully avoided eye contact with me.

Finally after the long adventure, we made it. Unfortunately, dad had to work today and could not get it off seeing as he took more than a month off while I was in a coma. So that meant that one of these numbskulls was driving me home in my baby.

A few days ago when I found out, I threatened the both of them so much that they know in great detail what I would do to them if they did anything bad to my car. It might have been a little overboard, but I know that they almost peed their pants, I was that scary.

I chuckled a little at the memory.

“Oh shit.” I heard Steve whisper something to Dean before taking off the way that we had just came from. The nurse had disappeared, leaving Dean and I waiting in the main door way.

“Where’d he go?” I asked confused.

“He… um…forgot something in the room.”

“What did he forget?” I asked, even though I was pretty sure that he must have forgotten my key cars.

“Nothing. Just…well…don’t worry. No biggie.”

“Well, you remember what happens to you guys if you mess up my car right? That goes for the keys as well.” I gave him a hard face, showing that I meant business.

I almost faltered though when I saw his face pale just the slightest.

Before I had time to comment again, Steve rejoined us with keys in hand. “Alright, sorry, let’s go.”

“Can I walk yet?” I whined. I don’t care how childish I sound. I just hate wheel chairs.

“Nope.” Steve stated simply before he continued to push me out the door.

Except we didn’t make it very far.

As soon as we stepped out the door, and a few feet into the parking lot I could see my car. It was maybe twenty feet away.

And then it exploded.

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I don’t know why, but I feel like this really sucks. Lol.

Anyways, whatever, you know the drill :D