Skippy

Homebound

I woke up, glaring at the tiled ceiling, an annoying beep rung in my ears, I glared down and saw the IV's stuck in my arms. I panicked, ripping them out quickly.

"Nora! Holy shit, calm down!" Johnny was here, he grabbed my shoulder. His grip was strong.

I panted, glancing around. The fluid from the IV dripped out from the injection areas, tracing my koi fish tattoo.

My ears rang, my leg hurt to high hell.

"What the fuck happened Johnny?!" I yelled, grasping my forehead, I sat up.

"The taxi driver was on something." He scratched his upper lip as he talked.

I sighed, plopping back into a lying down position. I stared at the ceiling, sighing.

"You would've been dead if it wasn't for me," John said, heroically.

"Shut up." I laughed, I still had some energy.

John's hand reached over to my face, he brushed my bangs back.

I slapped that bitches hand.

He doesn't do this shit-- Why now?

"Don't," I grunted, my throat felt like sand.

John actually looked disappointed, and sad. I sighed, taking some pity from the goddamn pit of hell in my gut.

I sighed, "Fine."

John flicked my forehead instead. What a bitch.

"You know, I thought you'd actually be nice when I did that." He mumbled.

Something about a guy doing it though, it isn't right.

A nurse walked in, her hair was tied back into a neat yet messy bun, the blonde hair strand spilled out from her bun.

Goddamn.

She cleared her throat. She walked over to the edge of the bed.

"I'm doctor Rhine," She paused, looking at my arms, at the IV's on the floor, "Well I see that you're awake, and I'm sure your friend told you already ab-"

"Yeah yeah, what else," John said grumpily.

I smacked John's arm, I wouldn't let this dunce ruin my chance.

She looked repulsed, shaking her head and continuing with her recital, yadda yada yada.

The nurse's eyes sorta bored into mine, making me a bit uncomfortable, but she looks like she was in pain.

I glanced at the cameras around the room. I stared into them, they stared back.

The nurse was off, connecting more IV shit to my arms.

"Your tattoos are interesting." The nurse said, regretful sounding.

Why the hell is everyone hating on my tattoos? Sheesh.

The nurse smiled at me and gave a dirty look at John.

Score!

....

John slapped my face, waking me up.
"Get up loser, your girlfriend is here." He spat into my face.

I pivoted upwards, sitting up. The nurse stared back with civilian clothing.

"Hnmrgh, what?" I grunted.

"I said get up." He yawned.

I looked at my clothes that were at the foot of the hospital bed.

I grabbed them, the nurse walked out, along with John.

I slid out of the hospital gown, putting on the shitty sports bra, boxers, grey tank top, and baggy cargos.

I walked out, scratching my head. My brown hair was teeming over my shoulders, messy.

The nurse walked along, I followed, so did John.

She pointed to John's truck. What the hell was she doing with us?