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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 14:40:09 GMT -5
His doctor came around and gently took Emmett's right wrist, relieved he could just catch it. Emmett panted but didn't resist. He quickly turned his head to he left, looking away from the injected area. The IV was capped, and then the tubes were switched. "Don't worry, Emmett, you'll feel much better in a minute." he promised but Emmett's hand shook wildly in the doctor's as he put him back on the pain relief.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 14:44:04 GMT -5
Caylee almost didn't want him to go back on the pain medication. Not if it was going to just make him more mindless. She felt horribly selfish and needy, but she didn't care. She just wanted her Emmett back. She slowly shrunk back away from the bed, certain that nothing had changed in the last two minutes and Emmett still wouldn't respond to her. She sat back down in the chair, staring down at her lap.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 14:48:28 GMT -5
"Ow, ow, ow, ow..." he heived every other beat. "Give it just a minute, and you'll feel a lot better, Emmett." he repeated and fixed his pillows while he was sitting up. "Where does it hurt Emmett?" he asked quickly, seeing as Emmett's eyes were at least open. "I-...where am I?" "Methodist, honey." his mother answered him, as he was familar with this hospital. "You collapsed." "...What?" he asked breathing in heavily.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 14:53:21 GMT -5
Caylee watched, wide-eyed as Emmett seemed to take in his surroundings. She didn't say anything in case it was only temporary. She didn't want to be closed off from him again. Her hands were shaking, so she grasped her knees with them, continuing to stare at Emmett with her large, wet eyes.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 19:21:08 GMT -5
"What happen?" he asked with a lack of air, his voice thin and weak. "It seems you had a bit of a fall, E-" "Yeah, I got that part..." he interupted, obviously out of his right state of mind. For being Emmett anyway. He looked back down at his arm and bravely flipped it over. The sight made him want to vomit.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 19:28:10 GMT -5
Caylee finally spoke up, her voice timid and weak. It seemed Emmett wasn't the only one that wasn't in their right state of mind. "You were in the library with me. And then I hugged you, and you just turned around and... collasped. You didn't wake up until I poured water on you. You've been in the hospital for a couple of hours. You've been awake but... I don't know... you wouldn't talk to me."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 19:41:48 GMT -5
His eyes shot to her and when it registered to him who was there, he reached his arms out for her. He didn't keep them up for long, dropping them in front of him but still wishing she'd come over to him. Emmett loathed hospitals more than World War II.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 19:43:28 GMT -5
Caylee stood and walked slowly to him once more. She took his hand in hers weakly and stroked his hair back with the other. She bent down slightly, kissing his forehead. "How are you feelings?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 19:50:33 GMT -5
"If I told you, you'd kill me." which was exactly how he was feeling. The boy wanted to die, just to get all this over with. He hated the idea off these meds and fluids being pumped into him through his arm and that he'd get drugged up and pass out any moment they thought he was being 'fussy or shit.' Like they did to him earlier. "Where's your level of pain, do you think?" "...it hurts" he replied simply.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 19:55:33 GMT -5
"You have you tell them where it hurts, Emmett," she ran her fingers through his hair, resisting the urge to let her tears go again, just by seeing the sight of her boyfriend completely helpless and in pain in his bed.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 20:27:43 GMT -5
Emmett looked down and put his hand to his torso right above his stomach. He tried to swallow but his throat burned. He wanted to also say his arm was killing him, but that wouldn't be any helpful information. He did know that he was going to have a large bruise there for a while.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 20:31:44 GMT -5
"Right there?" she covered his hand with hers. She curled her fingers around his hand and squeezed it gently. She looked up at the doctor before looking back down at him. She whispered softly, "You've been so brave... I'm so proud of you..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 21:23:24 GMT -5
"I want to go home..." he announced to the room and there was an earie silence. "You'll be back at home tomorrow morning, Emmett." the assured him with a smile. Emmett looked up at him and wanting nothing more than to throw a tantrum. The last thing he wanted was to stay over night at this place.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 21:27:28 GMT -5
"I'll stay with you for as long as I can," she reassured him, then after a pause, looked up at the doctor. "... how long can I stay here?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 22:09:38 GMT -5
"Well...the waiting rooms are open, but technically only two visitors can actually be in the room." he explained, hating this part of the job. Sending family away. "He does need sleep though. I wouldn't recommend a...uh...any distractions through the night."
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