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Monty just sighed as they rushed in, pushing his mother's hands off his face. "I'm fine," He snapped, her hands immediately resting at her side as her face tightened. "Why are you even here? To see if i'll be able to still give you bragging rights? Hm?" |
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His mother Gasps, " I just want too see my son!" - Aurora clears her throat making up an excuse. " Visiting Hours Are Over."
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Monty rubbed at his temple for a moment, sighing softly as he looked back at Aurora. "Thanks for that,"
He murmured softly, meeting her gaze as a quizzed look took play on his face. "Also, I have a restraining order against them, that's the first time they've violated it." |
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She smiled, "Dont mention it," "Thats a serious offense, A conviction for violating a restraining order, can result in up to 93 days in jail." She looked up from her notepad. - " I think they are ordering you another X-Ray Scan.." She clears her throat. "They need too see if you Femur broke in a Clean Snap, Or If it Broke with small peices.."
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Monty laughed dryly, shaking his head lightly yet keeping his grin. "Here's hoping it's a clean snap, i'd rather not have to have yet another surgery just to get shards of bone out." He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he drug a hand down his face. |
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" And heres your doctor now.." she exits the room, returning to her desk. She docs down something. - |
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Monty was somewhat reluctant to see her walk out, yet ready to get the x-ray and such over with. . Once the x-ray was over it was determined that his leg had broke into pieces, leaving a few poking around--also explaining why his leg seemed so bumpy. While there he mentioned the pain in his shoulder, finding out that his shoulder blade had cracked from the impact against the barrier, the best choice being to go in with plates and screws. |
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A day had passed, She walks in with a smile. A cup, and medication in her hands. " Heres you're Favorite part of the day!" she hands the medicine and the cup to him, her finger brushign over his hand, a small, simple gesture. - " Heard you're gonna get surgery on your leg in the next couple days.. And they are going to be doing your shoulder plate in Tommorow!" she informed him, leaning against a wall. |
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He reached for the cup, feeling her finger brush his hand and glancing up meeting for gaze for a moment before flicking it away again, swallowing the pills. He was probably overthinking it, it didn't mean anything.. "Really? Huh, either it'll hurt worse or it'll stop, no inbetween." Monty mused. |
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" My Mother Has A Shoulder plate, She says It hurt like Hell For the first few days." she looked up from his clipboard once again. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
