Spelivia , an All American fan fiction

Chapter>3

Spencer POV:

Liv and Dillon left the room, I gave her a look when she suggested going to the vending machine with him knowing what she was trying to do with me and Micah. She's always trying to fix people, but I don't need fixing. The only thing that does is my arm which is why I'm here, where is the doctor anyway? It feels like I've been here forever.

The hospital has always creeped me out, that's why I never came. We never had the money anyway and with my mom being a nurse she would just take care of us at home. Micah sat down in the chair that Liv was in earlier sighing quietly,

"What happened?" I looked at him surprised he even asked honestly, I thought we were going to sit in this awkward silence until they got back.

"It was fine then I was opening the fridge but , when I reached for the orange juice in a pitcher the next thing I know I couldn't hold it because my arm went numb."

He nodded, pulling his phone out and calling someone on it, so much for a conversation right? Guess that was over. When I heard the other person though, I mentally duhed myself of course he was going to call mom and tell her what happened.

I don't know why I thought so lowly of Micah, I mean he's never even given me a reason too. He was persistent, consistent and when dad passed he was my moms rock when she needed one. He's a good guy, I just have trust issues. A fucked up childhood of gang life and you're dad dipping out with no goodbye will do that to you, but I'm going to get help.

Just need to figure out what's wrong with my arm first.

I leaned back farther onto the bed , resting my head against the wall and pulling one leg underneath me.

"You're mom's on the way, she said don't worry and that everything will be alright." I nodded at him knowing she was going to say something like that, but I'm calm. I know at this point there is nothing I can do to change the status of my arm whatever that may be to make it better and I'm slowly starting to accept that.

When I had to get surgery on my arm , I had accepted within myself that if it didn't work, that there wasn't a problem with being paralyzed I would just have to get used to it. It was one of the hardest things I had to deal with, aside from my dad passing. All in the span of 4 months everything is drastically happening to me, I don't know how to deal with all of it.

Micah steps out of the room with his phone on his ear talking to my mom I assumed, I closed my eyes trying to picture me and my friends on an island or something. I needed to just keep calm, and this and Liv were the only way to do that.

The door opens and I wait for Dillon to come and sit beside me still keeping my eyes closed, but he never does. I hear the chair rolling until I feel someone touch my arm.

That's weird , I can feel my arm now. I look down opening my eyes to see Doctor Ivy, with a massage machine hooked onto my arm. I stare at her in shook as she writes down some notes asking me questions,

"Spencer, it's not good that you are here. Micah told me what happened outside and I came in to see if you could feel my touch but you couldn't. I left and came back with this machine, do you feel this?"

"Yes" I say worried this might be a bad thing since she checked off a few boxes on her paper. She pushed the button on the machine and held it, raising up the intensity level.

"What about this? Does it feel the same but just harder,or no difference?"

"It feels like my whole body is vibrating." She turns off the machine telling me to lay down quickly.

I do as she asks and she starts to power the shock machine behind the desk in the room. I looked at her with a confused glance trying to figure out what's going on, but nothing. She said zero to me as she kept a calm face plugging in the machine. She puts a mask over my face and in a few minutes my eyes are closing on their own.

Anesthesia.

{10 hours later}

I come back to my senses in a different room, this room is bigger and it has a few more chairs in it, is this a permanent room? Or after surgery room?

I looked around some more seeing that it's 12:00 in the afternoon now, damn how long did that gas take me out? I thought to myself, I tried to get up but there were a few cords attached to both of my arms. Doctor Ivy came in with Dillon chewing some gum , I saw the pack in his hand and I smiled or tried to the best I could with the gas still wearing off.

"See Dillon, he's awake now and he's alright. I'll leave you too, thanks for the gum."

"No problem Doctor, thanks for saving my brother." I looked at him sadly, I don't think I'm saved.

She gave him as sad smile as well, "No problem." she says copying him. I look at him as I reach one of my arms out,

"Come here kid. Give me a hug, how long was I out?" I asked as he stepped into my arms smiling down at me,

"You've been in surgery for about 3 hours and you were asleep for about 7 so you do the math but you were out for a long time. Mom's out there talking to Micah, she wanted me to see you first. Should I bring her in"

"Yeah, go get her for me."

He nodded walking away and I pulled myself into a sitting up right position, I wonder what type of surgery I had because I feel fine. I pulled on my gown not see any type of marks or scars but I let it go hearing my mom's footsteps near my door.