You're A Blur In My Dead Past, chapter 17
Half an hour later, I sat in a small hospital room, waiting for the results to my exams. Bianca had been allowed to come with me on the ambulance by special permission of the nurse. The three guys would be coming by after school.
"Megan Curtis?" A doctor inquired, flipping through the sheets on his clipboard.
"Yes" I answered. I suddenly felt very nervous, I prayed to God that there was nothing seriously wrong with me.
"Hello, I'm doctor Kimberlin, and I'll be handling your case. It appears you sustained some somewhat serious head trauma? Well, your exams revealed that the blow to your head caused your brain to succumb to some minor bruising. This happens rarely, but we hope with a few medications pumped through your IV, that you should be good to go in a week, maybe less. Until then, you'll be staying in the hospital."
I nodded slowly, not completely understanding what he just said.
"Now, I tried to contact your mother but there seems to be no answer at home, nor at work."
She must still be in Mexico, go figure.
He kept talking. "Is there someone else we can contact? Your father, a grandparent perhaps?"
I shook my head. "My father left when I was a child, and I've never met my grandparents."
" I see," he said simply.
"Umm" Bianca piped in "Maybe they could call Gwen?"
I thought about it for a second. "Yeah. Gwen Pritchard, she's the closest thing I've got to a mother right now."
"Uh-huh, thank you" Dr Kimberlain said as he walked out of the room.
"So, you're gonna be here for a week then?" Bianca said after a few minutes of silence.
"Yep."
"Do you want me to go back to your place and get some clothes and stuff?" she asked.
"Oh God, thanks. My keys are in my coat, which is in my locker at school. Damn" I sighed.
"Just give me the combo, and ill be back in about an hour or so"
Sure enough, about an hour and half later, Bianca popped her head back into the room, a small bag slung over her shoulder.
"I brought some clothes, books, music and some pictures." She grinned evilly "And some chocolate".
"You are a saint!" I shouted, grabbing the bar from her hand and ripped of the wrapper. Hospital food grossed me out to no end. Piles of multi-colored mush that they expected you to eat. Yeah right.
"You don't have to stay you know B. I'm fine. The guys'll be here soon anyways."
"Are you sure? I don't want to leave and found out you died or something" she laughed.
"Ill try to not die while you're gone" I smiled.
I fell into a deep sleep soon after Bianca left. The annoying beep of the machine next to me actually lulled me into dreamland.
"She's asleep, let's come back later"
"No, I want to be here when she wakes up. It's my fault she's in this place."
"No kidding"
"Shut up Billie Joe"
"Guys. Stop fucking arguing, it's getting on my fucking nerves!"
Silence for a while as chairs creaked and footsteps echoed in the hall.
"CRASH!"
"Way to go Tre. Now she's BOUND to wake up."
"Sorry, it slipped out of my hands"
My eyes stirred and I moaned. Three heads shot around and each one smiled.
"You're awake." Mike smiled, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.
Billie's face turned a slight shade of pink and he examined his shoes intently before Mike sat down.
I looked over a Tre who was bent over on the floor, cleaning up whatever he had dropped. He stood up and held up the broken pieces of a cassette.
"Sorry bout this." He smiled shyly. "It was a crappy band anyway" he chuckled.
He placed the remains of my New Kids on the Block tape case on the table next to me.
"How long have you guys been here?" I asked, raspy voiced.
Billie checked his watch. "About 45 minutes. We didn't want to wake you up."
"Thanks" I smiled.
"So, tell, what's the diagnosis and how long are you here for?" Tre asked, sitting at the end of my bed, flipping through one of my books, the one that just happened to be my diary. What a coincidence. I snatched the book out of his hands and whacked him over the head with it.
"Ow" he whined, rubbing the back of his head.
"Stay Out. The doctor said that I bruised my brain when Mike hit me. I'll be fine in about a week, so I have to stay in here until then."
"A Week? But you're gonna miss the show at Gilman! I want you to be there!" Mike complained, crossing his arms over his chest like a child.
"I wish I could be there."
I was upset about having to miss Green Day's first concert, but according to Bianca who had come to visit me on Saturday; they kicked some serious punk rock ass. The audience loved them, just as I knew they would. Luckily, she had borrowed her brother's video camera and taped the whole concert for me to watch. It was enthralling. Billie continuously belted out the songs, and playing his guitar expertly. I laughed at Tre's antics, and my stomach cramped up when I couldn't stop laughing when he threw his drumsticks into the crowd after the show, and it hit a overly preppy girl in the forehead. She started crying and threatened to sue Tre. I watched Mike the most, his faces of concentration and the occasional head bobbing along to the beat. Doubts started developing in my mind. Did I really want to stay with Mike? Were we meant for each other?
I shook the doubts out of my mind just as the nurse walked in.
"I've got some wonderful for you Megan. Doctor Kimberlain said that you will be well enough to head home tomorrow!"
I smiled. "That's great!"
The nurse changed my IV bag and walked out.
"TOMORROW!" Bianca yelled, jumping around the room.
"You seem more excited about it that I do B." I laughed.
I sat on my couch Monday night, re-reading The Catcher in the Rye, my all time favorite book, when someone knocked on my door. I stood up and expected to see Bianca or Mike standing there, but I saw Myla.
"Myla? What are you doing here, its late!" I asked her, pulling into the apartment.
"I got into a fight with my mom, and, and I didn't want to stay there, and I had no where else to go so I came here. I hope it's ok."
"Of course. Does your mom know where you are? She's going to get worried."
She nodded. "Sort of. I told her I didn't want to live with her anymore, so I told her that I was leaving."
I hugged her and made my way into the kitchen to make her a hot chocolate. "What happened? What was the fight about?"
"We got into a fight about something really stupid, and I started talking back. She grounded me for a month. So I called her the worst mom in the world and ran here." She had started crying by this point.
"Oh Myla."
"Can I stay here with you?"
I sighed. "Just for tonight, but first thing in the morning I'm taking you home."
She pouted. "But I don't want to go home!"
"You have to. Do you know how worried you mom will be?"
She wiped away a tear and nodded sullenly. She fell asleep a little while later in my bed, so I decided to stay up and try to catch up on the work I was missing at school.
A violent knock came at my door around 11 that night. I was scared to open it. I opened the door a crack and saw a panicked Mike stood there, out of breath.
"Mike! What's wrong?"
"She's, gone," he said between breaths.
"What? Who's gone?" I asked, still confused.
"MYLA! She's gone!" he shouted.
"Oh, good God, no Mike. She's here. She's fine, asleep actually in my room."
He pushed passed me and ran to my room, throwing open the door and sighing.
I pulled him out of the room and shut the door. "She showed up about 3 hours ago, she was upset so I let her stay for the night."
"You could have called us! My mom was freaking out again. She can't let anything else happen to Myla!"
"I'm sorry. I was going to bring her back first thing in the morning."
"It still would have been nice of you to call us Megan!" he continued to yell at me.
"Stop yelling at me you ass!"
"Oh, I'm the ass? Was I the one practically kidnapping a child and I'M the ass?"
"EXCUSE ME? I didn't KIDNAP your sister, I was helping her! Which is more than I can say for you"
He raised his hands in frustration and paced around the living room.
"God Mags! You can be so annoying sometimes."
"Get out of my apartment Michael. I don't want you here. In fact, I don't want you at all. I think we're over"
I grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him out of my place. "I'll bring Myla home in the morning"
"You don't mean that. We aren't over. You're just angry" he said, the rage in his eyes fading to sadness.
"I mean it. Leave"
"Megan. You don't mean it. I love you". He grabbed onto my wrist as I tried to enter my apartment.
I slapped him and he dropped my wrist. "We're. Over. LEAVE!" I yelled and slammed the door on his face.
"Megan Curtis?" A doctor inquired, flipping through the sheets on his clipboard.
"Yes" I answered. I suddenly felt very nervous, I prayed to God that there was nothing seriously wrong with me.
"Hello, I'm doctor Kimberlin, and I'll be handling your case. It appears you sustained some somewhat serious head trauma? Well, your exams revealed that the blow to your head caused your brain to succumb to some minor bruising. This happens rarely, but we hope with a few medications pumped through your IV, that you should be good to go in a week, maybe less. Until then, you'll be staying in the hospital."
I nodded slowly, not completely understanding what he just said.
"Now, I tried to contact your mother but there seems to be no answer at home, nor at work."
She must still be in Mexico, go figure.
He kept talking. "Is there someone else we can contact? Your father, a grandparent perhaps?"
I shook my head. "My father left when I was a child, and I've never met my grandparents."
" I see," he said simply.
"Umm" Bianca piped in "Maybe they could call Gwen?"
I thought about it for a second. "Yeah. Gwen Pritchard, she's the closest thing I've got to a mother right now."
"Uh-huh, thank you" Dr Kimberlain said as he walked out of the room.
"So, you're gonna be here for a week then?" Bianca said after a few minutes of silence.
"Yep."
"Do you want me to go back to your place and get some clothes and stuff?" she asked.
"Oh God, thanks. My keys are in my coat, which is in my locker at school. Damn" I sighed.
"Just give me the combo, and ill be back in about an hour or so"
Sure enough, about an hour and half later, Bianca popped her head back into the room, a small bag slung over her shoulder.
"I brought some clothes, books, music and some pictures." She grinned evilly "And some chocolate".
"You are a saint!" I shouted, grabbing the bar from her hand and ripped of the wrapper. Hospital food grossed me out to no end. Piles of multi-colored mush that they expected you to eat. Yeah right.
"You don't have to stay you know B. I'm fine. The guys'll be here soon anyways."
"Are you sure? I don't want to leave and found out you died or something" she laughed.
"Ill try to not die while you're gone" I smiled.
I fell into a deep sleep soon after Bianca left. The annoying beep of the machine next to me actually lulled me into dreamland.
"She's asleep, let's come back later"
"No, I want to be here when she wakes up. It's my fault she's in this place."
"No kidding"
"Shut up Billie Joe"
"Guys. Stop fucking arguing, it's getting on my fucking nerves!"
Silence for a while as chairs creaked and footsteps echoed in the hall.
"CRASH!"
"Way to go Tre. Now she's BOUND to wake up."
"Sorry, it slipped out of my hands"
My eyes stirred and I moaned. Three heads shot around and each one smiled.
"You're awake." Mike smiled, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.
Billie's face turned a slight shade of pink and he examined his shoes intently before Mike sat down.
I looked over a Tre who was bent over on the floor, cleaning up whatever he had dropped. He stood up and held up the broken pieces of a cassette.
"Sorry bout this." He smiled shyly. "It was a crappy band anyway" he chuckled.
He placed the remains of my New Kids on the Block tape case on the table next to me.
"How long have you guys been here?" I asked, raspy voiced.
Billie checked his watch. "About 45 minutes. We didn't want to wake you up."
"Thanks" I smiled.
"So, tell, what's the diagnosis and how long are you here for?" Tre asked, sitting at the end of my bed, flipping through one of my books, the one that just happened to be my diary. What a coincidence. I snatched the book out of his hands and whacked him over the head with it.
"Ow" he whined, rubbing the back of his head.
"Stay Out. The doctor said that I bruised my brain when Mike hit me. I'll be fine in about a week, so I have to stay in here until then."
"A Week? But you're gonna miss the show at Gilman! I want you to be there!" Mike complained, crossing his arms over his chest like a child.
"I wish I could be there."
I was upset about having to miss Green Day's first concert, but according to Bianca who had come to visit me on Saturday; they kicked some serious punk rock ass. The audience loved them, just as I knew they would. Luckily, she had borrowed her brother's video camera and taped the whole concert for me to watch. It was enthralling. Billie continuously belted out the songs, and playing his guitar expertly. I laughed at Tre's antics, and my stomach cramped up when I couldn't stop laughing when he threw his drumsticks into the crowd after the show, and it hit a overly preppy girl in the forehead. She started crying and threatened to sue Tre. I watched Mike the most, his faces of concentration and the occasional head bobbing along to the beat. Doubts started developing in my mind. Did I really want to stay with Mike? Were we meant for each other?
I shook the doubts out of my mind just as the nurse walked in.
"I've got some wonderful for you Megan. Doctor Kimberlain said that you will be well enough to head home tomorrow!"
I smiled. "That's great!"
The nurse changed my IV bag and walked out.
"TOMORROW!" Bianca yelled, jumping around the room.
"You seem more excited about it that I do B." I laughed.
I sat on my couch Monday night, re-reading The Catcher in the Rye, my all time favorite book, when someone knocked on my door. I stood up and expected to see Bianca or Mike standing there, but I saw Myla.
"Myla? What are you doing here, its late!" I asked her, pulling into the apartment.
"I got into a fight with my mom, and, and I didn't want to stay there, and I had no where else to go so I came here. I hope it's ok."
"Of course. Does your mom know where you are? She's going to get worried."
She nodded. "Sort of. I told her I didn't want to live with her anymore, so I told her that I was leaving."
I hugged her and made my way into the kitchen to make her a hot chocolate. "What happened? What was the fight about?"
"We got into a fight about something really stupid, and I started talking back. She grounded me for a month. So I called her the worst mom in the world and ran here." She had started crying by this point.
"Oh Myla."
"Can I stay here with you?"
I sighed. "Just for tonight, but first thing in the morning I'm taking you home."
She pouted. "But I don't want to go home!"
"You have to. Do you know how worried you mom will be?"
She wiped away a tear and nodded sullenly. She fell asleep a little while later in my bed, so I decided to stay up and try to catch up on the work I was missing at school.
A violent knock came at my door around 11 that night. I was scared to open it. I opened the door a crack and saw a panicked Mike stood there, out of breath.
"Mike! What's wrong?"
"She's, gone," he said between breaths.
"What? Who's gone?" I asked, still confused.
"MYLA! She's gone!" he shouted.
"Oh, good God, no Mike. She's here. She's fine, asleep actually in my room."
He pushed passed me and ran to my room, throwing open the door and sighing.
I pulled him out of the room and shut the door. "She showed up about 3 hours ago, she was upset so I let her stay for the night."
"You could have called us! My mom was freaking out again. She can't let anything else happen to Myla!"
"I'm sorry. I was going to bring her back first thing in the morning."
"It still would have been nice of you to call us Megan!" he continued to yell at me.
"Stop yelling at me you ass!"
"Oh, I'm the ass? Was I the one practically kidnapping a child and I'M the ass?"
"EXCUSE ME? I didn't KIDNAP your sister, I was helping her! Which is more than I can say for you"
He raised his hands in frustration and paced around the living room.
"God Mags! You can be so annoying sometimes."
"Get out of my apartment Michael. I don't want you here. In fact, I don't want you at all. I think we're over"
I grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him out of my place. "I'll bring Myla home in the morning"
"You don't mean that. We aren't over. You're just angry" he said, the rage in his eyes fading to sadness.
"I mean it. Leave"
"Megan. You don't mean it. I love you". He grabbed onto my wrist as I tried to enter my apartment.
I slapped him and he dropped my wrist. "We're. Over. LEAVE!" I yelled and slammed the door on his face.
