NUT DA NUTTAH - Boreo (OLD)

Chapter 111~ Fracture

((*Graphic detail about breaking bones, they are long and go into intense detail, sex mentions))

Only a week before our trip Boris broke his hand somehow. That dumbass.
We had to take him to the hospital, I acted like he was about to die, crying my eyes out though he just broke his hand. "Potter! I just broke my hand!" He said, watching me cry. Though I still didn't like to see him in pain. "What? You taking me off life support or something?" He said with a laugh, I laughed through my tears and leant down and kissed his forehead. "Promise me we'll never have to see the ugly colored wallpaper of this hospital again." I said firmly. He howled with laughter. "It's not that bad Potter! Besides, one of us is gonna screw up and end up in here again." He said, shaking his head and pounding his non-broken hand on the table on the side. "God I'm tired of laying in this rock hard excuse for a bed." He added, trying to get up with his elbows. "Oh baby I know, we will be out in an hour or so. Just rest." I said, softly pushing him back down. He grunted and sighed. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Rubbing his leg slowly as he tried to sleep. Though it took awhile, he finally did so.
The doctors agreed to let him out early, so I paid and signed him out. The hypocrite didn't want to wake up when we left. His hand in a glove-looking cast. "That's Badass." I said trying to cheer him up, he just gave a heavy nod. I forced him to stay in the backseat, where he passed out and slept the whole ride.
He was in a bad mood so I didn't wake him, and I had the strength to carry him. So I scooped him up. He was heavy but just good enough weight for me to lift. I was careful not to make noise, I closed the car door with my knee softly and had a painful time opening the front door.
Once I got in, I relaxed. Slumping down on the couch and just holding him in my arms. Something he'd always do to me.
He looked so peaceful, finally asleep and out of agonizing pain. Which probably hurt worse than you think, though I could feel the pain mentally knowing that Boris was in pain. I don't know why it happened though. The doctors told me that the wrist had been forced together and a bone snapped, causing unsuccessful blood flow within the body. Though easy surgery made sure that the bone was put lodged back into place successfully, though the vanes in his wrists are easy to see and fragile... which means extra precaution and medicine to help make the crushed vanes heal properly.
Showering must be a pain in the ass though. Having to remove the cast, and be cautious of moving his hands.
Florida is a beach as well, so we'll have to be careful with that, I don't want to pay a lot to continuously buy casts, or see that stupid hospital again, everything bad happens there, except for child birth I guess. That won't happen here though, so for now. Everything bad happens there.
That night, Boris could not control it. He got drunk once 9:00 hit the clock. I did to, all I remember is sexual humor. Then making out, that's all I remember, though there was no proof of going farther. We were drunk. We might've, god knows.

Don't blame us. We were drunk

This is Theo Decker, signing off