S_W_E_E_T

Love

Getting caught up on was not very easy. I was in tears again by the time my mum and Ellie were done telling me how the cyclist ran a red light and threw me off the road leading to the injuries in my spine, which technically means I would walk but not without some vigorous therapy. I didn't want to process all that yet, so I took another nap that came pretty comfortable with all the painkillers I was taking.
When I woke up, my mum was gone-probably to bug the doctors on why I'm sleeping so much and reacting so weirdly to all the information I'm getting. What she doesn't know is, I saw the look on my powerful mother face, and it broke me, leading me to decide not to be weak around her, pretend I'm doing better than how I'm doing, maybe that could help bring some life in her eyes.
Ellie and Michelson were here now, and from what I can hear it seems they are fighting over a box of cookies, I am glad they can still smile, I feel better seeing them being themselves even though they are only like that cause they think I'm asleep.
"If I didn't know better,you are here for me not a box of cookies," I said that with a smile, so they don't think I'm mad.
"Don't mind this guy right here, you know about his unhealthy obsession with cookies and I was just trying to get him to keep some for you."
"I told you I would, you just don't trust me and that hurts" Michelson retorted with a mock sad face not forgetting to hold his chest like old mad suffering from a heart attack. "you are pretty untrustworthy around sweet, you have a bad case of sweet tooth." I said, grabbing the box of cookies from him, he was holding it high out of reach from Ellie but close to me that I just had to stretch my hand.
I ate one, and the taste was divine "you were going to eat all this on your own that's just wicked dude. I thought we were friend, best friends for that matter".
"I was going to leave some for you, this lady here don't know what she was saying."
"By some do you mean crumbs because if I haven't lost my ability to count, I have just four whole cookies and a whole lot of crumbs here child. "
"Really? I really thought it was more than that."
"I told you several times that it wasn't, little baby," Ellie answered, giving him a light smack on the back.
We continued bickering like this for a while as I finished the heavenly cookies. Then I asked Michelson if the interview he went for was successful, and I got to know that he left in between a joint lecture that was given to all the interviewees when he got the text from El; Thetext read, "I just walked out from LUx where I went to get you a tux and I can see Christy being carried into an ambulance, there is alot of blood mikey. I don't know what to do come help me please." That Ellie for you as smart and full of life as she is, someone is hurt Ellie, and there is little blood, and she is losing all comport. She becomes a pile of soft hearts and tears. Michelson told me he got the result back, and he didn't pass, but I have known Mikey (a nick he got from Ellie because he hated being called anything other than the full Michelson) to realize this was a lie. Still, I brushed it away because I pretty sure he wasn't going to move to Abuja while I'm on a sickbed my best friend is that selfless. He then went ahead to tell me he already had a few interviews lined up here. (I don't understand this whole paragraph one bit)
I was getting sleepy again, I should ask for an endless supply of this shit they have me on because it is heavenly not meaning to overuse that word. But as I watch Michelson hold Ellie as she put her head on his shoulder, I knew he still has that massive crush on her. He has been holding back because he wanted her to completely heal from the last break up she had in our third year.
Ellie fell madly Inlove with Lekan in our second year; he was so nice to her in the first six months that he always got her things from jewelry to shoes and even books. I started noticing she was different when her makeup became heavy; she was still on makeup matter when we met; it seems like she was trying to hide something. I kept bugging her about it both jokingly and with a severe tone, hoping and praying the asshole wasn't abusing her, but she maintained the answer, "I just want to always look good for him." I wasn't convinced, so I talked to Michelson about it and told him to ask the guy if anything was going on. I guess the conversation didn't go well because that night, Lekan got drunk and hit Ellie so bad she was rushed to the clinic by his neighbor. Two weeks after he slipped on his front porch, but I know he didn't because Michelson was so mad that he left for his house in the middle of the night Ellie got out of the clinic, and the only reason Lekan wasn't dead was that I ran and begged him not to, but he got hurt pretty badly. I think Ellie later realized she never really slipped, but we promised to never talk about that dreadful time after we forced Ellie to therapy. She has not been with anyone since then, and she is doing way better now, which lead me to say the next thing I said before I thought about it.
"Michelson you should take her on a date already, we know she is better now."
"What are you talking about Christy? are you getting high from too much pain killers " Ellie asked with a surprised look on her face. He didn't let me answer before saying, "I have been Inlove with you since the first day we met"
"I really doubt that since you met me when you were 12 and I'm so sure you didn't even know what love was then."
"let the man decide when he has been Inlove with you sister."
They decided to go on a date and see if the chemistry I noticed was there or just my imagination, but I'm sure it was, and they were going to make a great couple. Look at me, giving people a better life when I couldn't even walk. At this point, I couldn't keep my eyes open, but I caught a little forehead kiss they shared before I drifted off to another medicine induced nap.
It's been four weeks since I have been admitted, four weeks since I have been forced to be in a position to stretch out my fractured bone. I would be leaving in a wheelchair. There would be a week off before I start the vigorous physical therapy. Joy.
While I was admitted, my parent had sold off one of our cars and got a wheelchair accommodating one. As we were leaving the ward after the doctor went on and on about the do's and didn't of someone in my condition, I realize that I wouldn't be able to do a lot of things on my own. Simple things we took for granted, like moving around on my own or getting dressed, the emotions I had been bottling up came crashing down like an avalanche of pain.
I was sobbing uncontrollably by the time we got to the car; no one noticed this until I was moved into the vehicle. My mum saw me like that though i was maybe in pain or having a seizure; doctor told her this was highly possible due to the internal head injury I got from hitting my head on the asphalt, they want a cut, but there was a slight fracture in my skull. But I wasn't have a seizure, I was sad and couldn't control my tears; I had to tell my mum this before she runs off to get the doctor again.
"mum I'm fine, I'm just tired that's all," I said, trying to hide my tears, which didn't go on noticed by Ellie. She is the only one of my friends here, Michelson had another of his interview today. Ellie looked at me with sympathy in her eyes, something I have been working so hard to hide, I didn't want anyone to see me as a burden, I didn't want to become an invalid to the people that loved me most.