Blue Crush Is Our Name...And Don't You Fucking Wear It Out, chapter 19
Flashback
Well, from what I assume, after that 30-second long conversation, Mike took me upstairs and put me to bed. I was already asleep, so I have no idea what happened after that.
end of flash back
I awoke the next morning with a massive headache.
"Owwww....fucker! My head hurts like a bitch."
"Hey Shelby, how are you feeling? Even though you pretty well just answered my question."
"Terrible, I don't even think I'm going to get up today. All I want to do is sleep."
"Ok, I'm gonna get up, and I'll probably go hang with the guys for a bit this afternoon."
"Ok, I'll see ya later then Mike."
"Love ya hun. if you need anything, just call my cell."
"Love you too Mike! And thanks."
He walked out the bedroom door, and I fell back asleep.
I woke up again at 9pm or something like that....I decided to get up and go downstairs. I stood up, and suddenly felt like I was gonna hurl, so I sat back down and decided not to get up. I layed back down, and fell asleep yet again. The next time I woke up, I felt so bad that I decided to call Mike. But, then I realized that he was sleeping beside me the whole time. I nudged his shoulder.
"Hmm....wha? What's wrong hun?"
"I feel like I've been run over by a Mack truck. I feel like absolute shit."
"Do you want something? Aspirin, food, anything?"
"I don't think I could swallow anything without being sick."
"That doesn't sound good. Can you sit up?"
"Yea, that I can do"
I sat up and Mike looked into my eyes.
"I think you might have a concussion. I'm going to take you to the hospital."
"Mike, it's not that bad."
"Concussions aren't something you screw around with. I've seen people die from them."
"Ok fine...I'm so fucking sick of the hospital though."
"Let's go. I'll carry you to the car."
Mike picked me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He put me down in the front seat and jumped in the driver seat. We arrived at the hospital 10 minutes later. Mike picked me up yet again, and carried me into the ER. I saw Dr Brass walking down the hall.
"Shelby, I thought I told you not to come back!"
"I didn't have much of a choice."
"What happened?"
"Well, we went to a recording session yesterday. As soon as we arrived at the studio, I jumped out of the car, and nailed my head on the doorframe. I've been feeling pretty bad ever since."
"Have you been feeling nauseous and exhausted?"
"Yup. I slept all day, and the one time that I went to get up, I felt like I was gonna hurl."
"That's not a good sign. I'm gonna take a look at you. Follow me."
We followed him to a examination thingy, and I sat down on the bed.
"I'm gonna shine this really bright light into your eyes. It'll show if you've got a concussion or not."
He shone the light into my eyes
"Damn! That thing is bright!"
"You've got a slight concussion, but it's not life-threatening. Just stay in bed for another day, and you'll be fine."
"Thanks again Dr."
"No problem. This time I seriously mean it! DON'T COME BACK!!!"
"I'm not planning on it." I said laughing.
We left the hospital, and arrived home in 10 minutes.
"I'm happy you're ok Shelby."
"So am I. But hey, look on the bright side. My concussion will give us both a reason to sleep all day long tomorrow."
"Sounds good to me."
Not another word came out of either of our mouths that night.
Well, from what I assume, after that 30-second long conversation, Mike took me upstairs and put me to bed. I was already asleep, so I have no idea what happened after that.
end of flash back
I awoke the next morning with a massive headache.
"Owwww....fucker! My head hurts like a bitch."
"Hey Shelby, how are you feeling? Even though you pretty well just answered my question."
"Terrible, I don't even think I'm going to get up today. All I want to do is sleep."
"Ok, I'm gonna get up, and I'll probably go hang with the guys for a bit this afternoon."
"Ok, I'll see ya later then Mike."
"Love ya hun. if you need anything, just call my cell."
"Love you too Mike! And thanks."
He walked out the bedroom door, and I fell back asleep.
I woke up again at 9pm or something like that....I decided to get up and go downstairs. I stood up, and suddenly felt like I was gonna hurl, so I sat back down and decided not to get up. I layed back down, and fell asleep yet again. The next time I woke up, I felt so bad that I decided to call Mike. But, then I realized that he was sleeping beside me the whole time. I nudged his shoulder.
"Hmm....wha? What's wrong hun?"
"I feel like I've been run over by a Mack truck. I feel like absolute shit."
"Do you want something? Aspirin, food, anything?"
"I don't think I could swallow anything without being sick."
"That doesn't sound good. Can you sit up?"
"Yea, that I can do"
I sat up and Mike looked into my eyes.
"I think you might have a concussion. I'm going to take you to the hospital."
"Mike, it's not that bad."
"Concussions aren't something you screw around with. I've seen people die from them."
"Ok fine...I'm so fucking sick of the hospital though."
"Let's go. I'll carry you to the car."
Mike picked me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He put me down in the front seat and jumped in the driver seat. We arrived at the hospital 10 minutes later. Mike picked me up yet again, and carried me into the ER. I saw Dr Brass walking down the hall.
"Shelby, I thought I told you not to come back!"
"I didn't have much of a choice."
"What happened?"
"Well, we went to a recording session yesterday. As soon as we arrived at the studio, I jumped out of the car, and nailed my head on the doorframe. I've been feeling pretty bad ever since."
"Have you been feeling nauseous and exhausted?"
"Yup. I slept all day, and the one time that I went to get up, I felt like I was gonna hurl."
"That's not a good sign. I'm gonna take a look at you. Follow me."
We followed him to a examination thingy, and I sat down on the bed.
"I'm gonna shine this really bright light into your eyes. It'll show if you've got a concussion or not."
He shone the light into my eyes
"Damn! That thing is bright!"
"You've got a slight concussion, but it's not life-threatening. Just stay in bed for another day, and you'll be fine."
"Thanks again Dr."
"No problem. This time I seriously mean it! DON'T COME BACK!!!"
"I'm not planning on it." I said laughing.
We left the hospital, and arrived home in 10 minutes.
"I'm happy you're ok Shelby."
"So am I. But hey, look on the bright side. My concussion will give us both a reason to sleep all day long tomorrow."
"Sounds good to me."
Not another word came out of either of our mouths that night.
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