Gone Kiting (Brody, Marcus?)
Nov 2, 2014 8:42:20 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Nov 2, 2014 8:42:20 GMT -5
MATTHEW DUNHAM
Step by step, inch by inch I come closer to the room but I'm taking these steps extra slow. Not because I'm extremely exhausted and sore from a fight I thought I could easily win, just blow off some steam, just to get my ass handed to me on a silve platter. I lost- big time, even passed out. But the throbbing in my head and hand is not the reason why my steps are this measure.
It's what might be waiting behind that bright white door to my former trainers hospital room.
I have no idea which shape he's in. Only that when I saw him last he barely had a pulse and was laying in a huge puddle of blood. It's a miracle he even made it. Took the doctors long enough to save his life-the one he put on the line for my girl friend and baby.
We'll be forever in his debt, that much is for sure. If only he will be okay again-one day.
I try to brace myself for what's to come. Run a few lines in my head that I could be saying to him if he can hear me.
In front of the door I close my eyes for a moment to take a deep breath. It seems like the pounding in my head is increasing so I open them again and knock on the door before I carefully open it.
There he was. In one of the beds on the right side. Pale but in a clean hospital gown under a thick blanket. he looks almost peaceful, like he's just having a good night sleep.
Slowly I step closer careful not to disturb his sleep. I find a chair that somebody must have pulled up to his bed so I sit down close to his head and take a better look at his strained face.
There's oxygen under his nose and a steadily blinking heart rate monitor above his head. It's painting a moving line on a black background. Looks good, I think.
For a moment I just sit and wait for something to happen, then I start speaking.
"Brody, are you awake?"
First my voice is low but then a little louder. "Hey, it's good to see you pulled through."