Dirt

33

Update, I've decided to abandon my perspective pattern so...sorry

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Princeton

I'm the only one I know in urgent care. I think that's part of the reason all the nurses seem so worried about me. They have the time on their hands to care over a fucked up teenager.

The place was across town, a little building -the perfect size for an urgent care of a tiny town. By the time I got there I was hanging on by a thread. I don't know if I could have pedaled another block. When I stumbled in the front nurse looked like I had gotten mauled by a wild animal. I could barely fill out my information that was necessary for them to treat me. 

The real pain started, however, when I seated on a paper-covered table and finally had a minute to relax. Relaxing made everything hurt so much worse. The doctor, Dr. Martin Cress, has come to the cafe every so often. He's a familiar face, a face that looked so confused and worried. 

He asked over and over what happened. An answer always got stuck in my throat. At first, I just shook my head, but once we were waiting for the x-ray machine to start up I managed to mumble, 'I was mugged'. Dr. Cress gave me an unsteady look.

The room was awkward with tension as he and a nurse picked out the bloody glass pieces. I managed to focus on the piercing pain all over my body. The stitches weren't any better. I just kept making my lip worse as I tried to hold in the cries and groans. A few whimpers escaped. Tears too.

After all that and putting a temporary cast on my broken wrist until I can get to a bigger hospital, Dr. Cress tried to get me to talk. I just shook my head, staring at the white wrap on my wrist. He then let out a defeated sigh, only then announcing that I couldn't be released without a legal adult.

That put a big kink in the plans of just leaving and sneaking into Cedar's Mom's since they're both still out of town from Thanksgiving. I didn't think of a plan after that but it would come eventually. 

But now I'm forced to involve someone. That makes it all more tricky. There's a limited amount of people who can come 'release' me and all those people are going to want the truth of what the fuck happened. I have a small feeling they would all know what had happened. An inkling at least.

Basil would be fucking terrified. Raine would be uneasy, no longer finding a reason to trust me. Besides, I don't know if they're awake or at home. Raine's been out a lot with his new girlfriend and knowing Basil he'll be dead asleep with cough medicine since he got that nasty cold.

Because those two and Cedar are out it kind of only left me one horrible option. Roger. It took me so long to work up the guts to call him that the nurse asked if she needed to call them for me. I had to grow a pair and call them myself, and after I said that she left the room.

I don't know why. All she missed was me trying to calm Roger down and get words in as he screamed in my ear. Over and over he asked if I was okay, what happened. Finally, he got to the point that he informed me Mrs. Kelly and Tim were still on their way back from dropping his sister off at the airport. That folded my shoulders in. I thought I would have to call Basil. 

Then Roger paused on the other line, someone in the room talking. The idea that is was Knox stirred my stomach. I was right. Knox is 19, a legal adult that can sign me out. I was so tired of everything, so exhausted that even the idea of having to face Knox doesn't faze me enough to stop them from coming. 

As soon as I informed the nurse I had someone coming I just laid back and let the heaviness comfort me. I managed to find sleep with the alcohol still pumping through my veins.