Four Best Friends 2: A New Perspective

Chapter 2: Dinner

It was a couple days after Foxy came to visit me in the hospital. The doctors were planning my discharge but they said I would need a wheelchair. I don't know how that logic works because I was shot in my stomach, but their doctors so I trusted them. About the wheelchair... I was totally fine having it but it just seemed like it would get in the way, and I didn't want to be one of those people who had someone push them around. Literally...

I was waiting on my bed, sitting down and curling my new hair in my fingers. I was really nervous if you couldn't tell. People also told me that I bite my lips a lot, but I couldn't tell if I was or wasn't. A doctor came in with that metal object. He was lightly gripping the rubber handles as he rolled it up to me. He picked me up and quickly set me down in the chair.

I always thought that wheelchairs would be stiff and uncomfortable, but this one was actually soft and rubbery. I traced my slim fingers along the metal casing on to of the wheels. I guess this one was newly polished because the shining light brightly reflected off of it's surface. 

I was ready to start rolling myself out of the hospital, but the doctor grabbed the handlebars again and started to roll me out of the doors. I could feel my lips tugging downwards in a frown as the man took me to the front desk.

There was a red headed man bending over and doing paperwork when we got there. As soon as I realized who it was my frown turned upside down! I don't know how he couldn't hear us coming, I mean this thing wasn't exactly quiet. It made a small clicking sound every time it rolled over a crease in the floor.

The main thing was, why was he doing paperwork? I thought you only did paperwork when you took someone out of a hospi- ohhhh. Well wasn't he too young to take me out anyways? I thought you had to be eighteen or older to do so. Did he have a birthday or something in this short period of time?

The man slowly turned to me and smiled warmly. Something was off though... It wasn't his usual smile to begin with. Also I thought he was slightly twitching...

Anyways, I was distracted because he dropped the pen and embraced me right then and there. It got us a few turn of the heads, but it looked like Foxy didn't give a single chainsaw. I pushed into him more deepening the hug, if that was even possible, to the extent that we had to be pulled apart. The person that did so gave us a shy smile and walked away. The weird thing was, why was he wearing shades?

Foxy went  back to doing paperwork and I just stared out the glass doors. I was finally leaving! It didn't seem that long to me even though Foxy told me it was an eternity. I quickly glanced over at the desk, where Foxy was furiously writing stuff down. I looked back out the window, not wanting to annoy him or get him any more upset then he already was.

I just realized it was nighttime. I could see almost no stars, but an airplane light in the distance. It floated effortlessly through the sky at five hundred miles per hour. It was cool how on the ground they look to be going so slow, when they could fly up to six hundred miles per hour.

The lights of the city twinkled in the night sky. Most were neon signs for restaurants or stores, but I just kept staring at them. I also wondered how the mechanics for such a sign would allow it to glow... I guess when I went to college I could study something like that, but for now it was just a fascination. 

Foxy finished that paperwork and started talking to the doctor behind me. He was whispering so I couldn't really hear what he was talking about. The only thing I could do was guess. I could hear the doctor laugh behind me and Foxy's laugh soon after it. Hmmm.... Nothing really special there.

A new force gripped my wheelchair, harder than the doctor ever did. I took me by surprise and I almost fell on the floor. Again Foxy's laugh filled the large room.