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-Yeah there's literally no way I don't have a concussion, feel like my brain is about to break out of my skull- He thought, getting the CT scan before getting transported back to his room, getting left alone as he grabbed his phone, already calculating how much everything would cost already, as well as calling one of his parents back, which ended in a heated argument, the man hanging up to get away as his head throbbed. Monty rubbed his temple, not remembering face--heck, he couldn't even make out faces. It was all too blurry. But a voice, a woman's, steady and calm. "You're not done yet. Stay with me." |
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Roughly 4 Hours had passed. - " They issued off your pain meds , finally.." She walks over, handing the man a cup of water and 3 pills. " Mild Concussion..." she slowly informed him of the injuries. "You have broken you femur... and both pinky toes." She watches as he takes the pills. "Get Sleep, My Captian Caleb will inform you with the rest." - She moves passed Caleb, Who was leaning against the wall. |
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Monty just nodded in silence, sitting up with a wince, shoulder straining as he did so, taking the pills rather quickly, nodding along with her words. He chuckled softly, voice undeniably smooth even after everything. "'Both pinky toes'? Huh, weird thing I can tell people now." The man mused, his charm slipping through the haze as he pondered why his shoulder hadn't come up as anything. Faces were finally clear to him now, the man taking in the woman's features and realizing she was . . . really pretty. And she looked somewhat his age, maybe he should test his luck again? |
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The woman finishes her shift, Heading home. She inhaled, The man she assisted that day was... Cute. She shakes her head. - The morning rised, She returned to her part of the Emergency Services, She was Assigned the Emergency room. |
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Caleb eventually left, leaving Monty alone with nothing but his thoughts as the bed dragged him into sleep. - Dawn arose, and unfortounately,so did he. Unmedicated. Body throbbing. |
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The doctors all were busy, so Aurora decided to give him his daily meds. - "Morning, Hackmore." her voice calm. She held a cup of water and his 3 pills. Handing the cup to him. "Sleep Well?" |
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"Morning...ma'am." He trailed off with some sort of smirk, her name unknown as he swallowed the pills, tossing the paper cup in the trash. "Slept okay, those meds drag you to sleep whether you want it or not." Monty mused, sitting up with only a slight wince now as he looked back at her. "And please, call me Monty. On the topic of names, I never did quite catch yours.." The man drawled, clearing his throat. |
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"Monty It is!" - " Aurora Monroe"
she smiled softly. Her gaze focused on the gentlemen. "Well Atleast you got sleep... You had a Message from your parents" she began to read it.
" Coming to visit during visiting hours."
- " Thats it, You were the most critically hurt one " She gazes up at Monty. |
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His smile drooped slightly when she mentioned his parents, the gleam in his eyes dulling as he forced his smile, seeming everything was fine though in reality it wasn't. He hated them. God, he hated them. Only reason they even cared about him was for the money and the bragging rights. Monty chuckled, the medications starting to kick in as the pain diminished. "Well, just my luck I guess." |
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"I think they are here now..."
Sure enough his parents came running in, checking his face. His mom was worried. -"Hopefully my handsome boys face isnt ruined!"- - She stood off too the side a brow raised. |
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