Another trip to the hospital. I sighed. This was really getting old. My third trip in two months. I wasnt sure what the diagnosis would be this time. Last time, it was five roken ribs. The time before that it was a broken nose, and a bruised kidney. And the first time, a punctured lung, and a crushed right hand. It was stupid to even try to fight tonight, and now, I wished that I hadnt. I wiped the blood off of my face, and sniffled. I hated that smell. Iron, salt, rust. Hated the taste even worse. I spat again. Red. Perfect. I had insisted that I be able to sit up in the back of the ambulence, so the e.m.t was looking at me like I was crazy. I looked at him through my good eye, and smiled. Showing him some bloody, broken teeth. I spit again, and watched him cringe. I was putting it off, but I knew tat if I didnt want to go to the e.r., I needed to check myself out, and make sure that I didnt need to go. I ran quick, experienced fingers over my head, underneath my hair, searching for any bumps. Under my jaw, for swollen glands, and around my gumline, making sure the bleeding was coming form my teeth, and not somewhere inside. I sat up staight, and gently pressed along my ribs. There was a sore spot on the left side that hadnt been there before. Probably another broken one. I flexed my fingers and toes, checking for numb spots. I found none. I had gotten lucky this time. I seemed slightly unscathed, with the exception of my face, left side, and right hand, I seemed to be fine. The medic watched my self examination with a weary eye. "Im fine." I said, as I spat again. He looked skeptically at the pink bucket I had been spitting blood into. "Just my teeth." I said. He nodded, but said nothing. I shook my head, and put my face in my hands. I winced when I touched my eye. It was swollen completely shut now. It would be ok in a few days. In a few minutes, the ambulence stopped. We had arrived at the hospital. I sighed again, and stood up. As I stepped out of the ambulence, I looked back to the E.M.T. "Thanks." I said, quietly. Once again, he just nodded. I shut the door, and walked toward the hospital.
As I entered the waiting room, the hospital smell hit me. I almost gagged. I sat down in one of the uncomfortable chairs, and got ready to wait.
It didnt take as long as I thought it would. Before I knew it, I was in one of the rooms, laying down on a bed. The doctor came in with the medical chart. "Oh boy." I thought. "Here it goes." I tried to stop myself from smiling while watching him read the medical records.
"Goodness." He said. I raised my eyebrows. "What?" I asked. Of course, I knew exactly what he was looking at...the scars, the broken bones, surgeries, internal bleeding, everything.
"So what happened to you tonight?" he asked.
"Bar fight." I said.
He just nodded.
"Ok, well, lets see what you got here."
"No bumps on the head, pupils are right, no swollen glands, fever, rashes, or numbspots. I can wiggle my toes and fingers." I recited, in a tired voice. He looked impressed.
"I know what to look for." I said with a smile. Once he saw my teeth, he stuck a tongue depressor down my throat, and looked.
"Looks like the bloods just coming from the mouth." He said.
"I already knew that." I said. He nodded.
"I think maybe a few teeth are bleeding." I said, as he ran his finger along my gumline. He nodded and pulled his finger back.
"What happened there?" He asked, pointing to the large gash in my tongue.
"Car wreck." I replied. "I bit down a little to hard." He frowned and went on with his examination.
"Are you normally this throrough?" he asked.
I smiled. "Like I said, I know what to look for."
He went on, poking, and probing, and of course, I had to take x-rays. I had another bruised rib, but it wasnt broken. The five that were broken still hadnt healed. The good thing was that my left hand wasnt broken. Only bloodied. My knuckles were cut up, and one of my finger nails was hanging off of my finger, but other than that, it was okay. The doc wanted me to stay for a while, just to make sure that I wasnt damaged beyond repair, but I nixed that idea, and left the hospital. I'd had much worse than this. The fight were I had bitten off my tongue had been the worst by far. I had broken my hand, got a level 3 concussion, and of course, bit off a big part of my tongue. Ever since then, I can only taste certain things. All together, well, to tell you the truth, I dont remember how many broken bones I've had. I know that I've broken both hands, more than once, a lot of ribs, my nose, twice, and a few others. My left wrist has been broken, along with all of my fingers on each hand.
After I left the hospital, I walked down the street to the conveinence station, they had a payphone. Once I got ahold of VeVe, I told him where I was. I grabbed the last twenty I had out of my pocket, and went inside the store. I grabbed some chips, candybars, and pops. As much as I could with what I had. Then I walked back outside to wait for Ve.
He came in about ten minutes. He had stuck around from the fight. It would be daylight in about two hours. We needed to roll. Once I saw the car, I jumped up, and started to run, but that hurt. So I settled for a quick walk. Once I was in the car, I shut the door, and he sped away. We went back the motel we had been staying at.
"You get the bills?" I asked.
He nodded. "What tha doc say?" He asked.
"Same old same old. Nothing broken. I'm good for Topeka."
The look he gave me reminded me of the emt worker. "Dont look at me like that." I said.
"C'mon Gunns. 'Ya shouldn't'a faught tonight 'an 'ya know it."
I just smirked at him. He walked across the room, and locked me into a big bear hug that hurt me. He noticed when I winced.
"Sorry." He said.


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