This is chapter two to the story i started way back in june. I kinda stuck the whole thing on the back burner for a really long time because... i got lazy? yeah let's go with that. Anyhow, here's the very short chapter 2 that i started back in june as well and just finally re-edited. Chapter one can be found here.
"You've never looked more stunning."
With a pale face, huge eye bags, and wearing an oversized hospital gown covered in dogs wearing party hats, it was hard to believe him. I had spent the last 3 days bedridden in this dull hospital room. Even past the recovery process, doing nothing was more draining than I would have ever expected. I had been sleeping sixteen hours out of every day, and in the few hours I was awake all I thought about was when I could go back to sleep next.
"Thanks, I try"
"Dogs with party hats though? Really?"
"Don't even. You wish you had a butt flap like mine."
"How are you feeling Lincoln?"
His face became much more serious now. He was genuinely worried and I could see it, and it wasn't just because this injury would mean he would lose his number one right wing assister. I knew I couldn't lie to him in my answer. Eric and I had known each other since late middle school. Nearly every bit of mischief I had ever been a part of, he had led me into. He could see right through me. I told him the truth.
"It's not going so well. The doctor says I got lucky but I'm still going to have to spend at least another two weeks in the hospital. After that, I might have to be in a wheelchair for a while and go through rehab; they couldn't remove the bullet."
"Come on Link, it can't be that hard to get out. I swear my dad has an extra chainsaw..."
Classic Eric attitude. When things get too serious, just throw a bad joke into the mix and hope everyone can laugh it all off.
"Eric. The bullet is lodged right next to my spinal cord. If they operate..."
He was already still but somehow he instantly became unbelievably statuesque. He was staring at a spot on the wall which was no different from any other spot and no more interesting. We both knew that a bullet next to the spinal cord was anything but good. Eyes still on the wall, he sat down in slow motion. His mind must have been buzzing.
Eric knew there really wasn't anything he could say to make either of us feel better so he grabbed the remot control and flicked on the TV. The news. A mundane reporter was going on about how a serial arsonist had finally been brought in but was pleading innocent. The accused even went so far as to say that he he didn't remember doing any of the crimes he was being charged for. What a load of bull. People thinking that they can cheat the system like that. The only thing worse is that they get away with it half the time.
"So I guess soccer this year is a no go..."
"Well we could always stick you in net. Even if you couldn't move you'd do a much better job than Jacob"
"Fudge you, Eric."
I didn't say fudge.
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