Blue Crush Is Our Name...And Don't You Fucking Wear It Out, chapter 15
*Flashback!*
So the nurse brought in a bed (luckily, they had enough beds) and put it beside Sheebs'. We both said goodnight and fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows, hand in hand.
*End of Flashback!*
*Shelby's POV*
I woke up the next morning with Mike's hand still in mine.
I was still tired, so I rolled over and went back to sleep.
A few hours later, I heard Mike whispering to me to wake up.
"Morning, Shelby," he said.
"Morning, Mike."
"Sorry I woke you up, but there's some people here to talk to you."
I looked over and saw two CSI's standing in the corner.
"Hey Shelby, I'm Catherine Willows and this is Nick Stokes. We're here to ask you some questions about Jimmy."
"Oh, joy!" I said sarcastically, but with a bit of humour still left in the comment.
"Okay, what happened exactly in the bathroom?" Nick asked.
"Well, I walked in and Jimmy, my ex, was standing there. I told him to go away, but he didn't listen. He yelled at me for leaving him and he told me it was him that pushed me off the balcony. After he said that, he pulled out a knife and stabbed me. That's all I remember."
"Has he ever abused you before?"
"Yes, many times. I tried to talk to the police, but they didn't believe me because Jimmy put on his innocent act."
"Has he threatened you before?"
"He's threatened me so many times I can't even count."
"Do you know where he is?"
"He could still be in California, or he could've gone home. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, so I wouldn't be suprised if he's at home, sleeping in his own bed right now."
"Could we have his address and phone number please?"
"It's 908 James St., London, Ontario, Canada... His phone number is 976-2394."
"Thanks a lot, dude. Get well soon and we'll do our best to catch this sick bastard," Nick said.
"No prob, and thank you for trying to bring some justice to the table."
"Okay, see ya later."
"Bye, guys and thanks again."
After they left, I talked to Mike for a while. I told him to go home and clean himself up, because it's boring sitting there all day.
He left around two PM and said he'd call me later.
About ten minutes after he left, Dr. Brass came in to talk to me and do some doctor-ish shit.
"Hey, Dr."
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
"Not bad, but it's still sore, and I could use some coffee."
"Yeah, I noticed that you like your coffee," he said, laughing.
"Yeah, I can't deny that," I said, laughing.
"Well, I've got some good news. You can go home tomorrow evening. But you'll have to come back every day for a check-up."
"That's great! I don't particulary like staying here. But who does?"
"I don't think anyone does. Well, I'll leave you to sleep or something."
"Thanks for everything, Dr."
"No problem."
After a disgusting hospital dinner that I didn't even eat, the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hey, babe. What's up?"
"Hey, Mike. Not too much. Just puking over the smell of the nasty hospital dinners."
"Yeah, they're pretty nasty. I can bring you something if you want."
"That's okay, I'm not that hungry anyway. And even if I was, I could get something out of a vending machine or go to the cafeteria."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Thanks a lot though. Hey! I've got great news!"
"What?"
"They said I can go home tomorrow!"
"No way! Really?"
"Yeah! I'm so happy!"
"Me too! You can stay with me for a bit if you want."
"Sure, I'd love to."
"I'll come up tomorrow afternoon to pick you up then. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's perfect. Thanks Mike. I'll talk to you later."
"I love you."
I kind of hesitated for a minute.
"I love you too, Mike."
So the nurse brought in a bed (luckily, they had enough beds) and put it beside Sheebs'. We both said goodnight and fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows, hand in hand.
*End of Flashback!*
*Shelby's POV*
I woke up the next morning with Mike's hand still in mine.
I was still tired, so I rolled over and went back to sleep.
A few hours later, I heard Mike whispering to me to wake up.
"Morning, Shelby," he said.
"Morning, Mike."
"Sorry I woke you up, but there's some people here to talk to you."
I looked over and saw two CSI's standing in the corner.
"Hey Shelby, I'm Catherine Willows and this is Nick Stokes. We're here to ask you some questions about Jimmy."
"Oh, joy!" I said sarcastically, but with a bit of humour still left in the comment.
"Okay, what happened exactly in the bathroom?" Nick asked.
"Well, I walked in and Jimmy, my ex, was standing there. I told him to go away, but he didn't listen. He yelled at me for leaving him and he told me it was him that pushed me off the balcony. After he said that, he pulled out a knife and stabbed me. That's all I remember."
"Has he ever abused you before?"
"Yes, many times. I tried to talk to the police, but they didn't believe me because Jimmy put on his innocent act."
"Has he threatened you before?"
"He's threatened me so many times I can't even count."
"Do you know where he is?"
"He could still be in California, or he could've gone home. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, so I wouldn't be suprised if he's at home, sleeping in his own bed right now."
"Could we have his address and phone number please?"
"It's 908 James St., London, Ontario, Canada... His phone number is 976-2394."
"Thanks a lot, dude. Get well soon and we'll do our best to catch this sick bastard," Nick said.
"No prob, and thank you for trying to bring some justice to the table."
"Okay, see ya later."
"Bye, guys and thanks again."
After they left, I talked to Mike for a while. I told him to go home and clean himself up, because it's boring sitting there all day.
He left around two PM and said he'd call me later.
About ten minutes after he left, Dr. Brass came in to talk to me and do some doctor-ish shit.
"Hey, Dr."
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
"Not bad, but it's still sore, and I could use some coffee."
"Yeah, I noticed that you like your coffee," he said, laughing.
"Yeah, I can't deny that," I said, laughing.
"Well, I've got some good news. You can go home tomorrow evening. But you'll have to come back every day for a check-up."
"That's great! I don't particulary like staying here. But who does?"
"I don't think anyone does. Well, I'll leave you to sleep or something."
"Thanks for everything, Dr."
"No problem."
After a disgusting hospital dinner that I didn't even eat, the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hey, babe. What's up?"
"Hey, Mike. Not too much. Just puking over the smell of the nasty hospital dinners."
"Yeah, they're pretty nasty. I can bring you something if you want."
"That's okay, I'm not that hungry anyway. And even if I was, I could get something out of a vending machine or go to the cafeteria."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Thanks a lot though. Hey! I've got great news!"
"What?"
"They said I can go home tomorrow!"
"No way! Really?"
"Yeah! I'm so happy!"
"Me too! You can stay with me for a bit if you want."
"Sure, I'd love to."
"I'll come up tomorrow afternoon to pick you up then. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's perfect. Thanks Mike. I'll talk to you later."
"I love you."
I kind of hesitated for a minute.
"I love you too, Mike."
