The Werewolf and the Human

Sisters?

I didn’t. The truth was I saw no reason too. I could handle a touch of pain, if it meant that at least one of us was sleeping. I sure wasn’t. It was a mixture of everything. It was the fact that my stomach kept tossing and turning, and only let me rest about three hours prior. It could have been the nurses that came in and out. Including, the one that had been called the first time that I had woken up. I saw that at first, she wanted to yell at me for Jackie sleeping in the same bed, but I quickly draped my leg on top of Jackie and pretended that I was asleep. I still believed that at least someone should be asleep. Doing that however, killed my rip cage. I couldn’t move after that, not like I could really move before I did that.

              Jackie woke to my leg being on top of her. I hadn’t been able to move it back due to the pain. She looked at me for a moment. “Are you ok?” she asked, still looking down at my leg.

              I laughed. “I had to move my leg on top of you so, the nurse wouldn’t kick you out of the bed, but after she left, I couldn’t put my leg back where it belonged. My side, it hurt too much,” I said, trying to shake my head, but I just got a headache.

              “Oh, I got you,” she said, looking down at my leg. “Do you want me to move it for you?”

              “That would be nice, yes,” I said, giving her a smile. “Just do it like a band-aid.”

              “Are you sure that’s healthy?” she asked me.

              I laughed, but my rib began to hurt, so the laugh came out weird. “No, but I’m sure that you don’t want to be trapped under my leg any longer.”

              “I don’t, but I can be patient, if it means not hurting you,” she said, softly.

              “I am going to hurt regardless,” I told her. I was being honest. Pain was a simple fact at that point. Take the bull by the horns. In certain situations, it had been my goal.

              “Only if you are sure.”

              “I am,” I told her. I was. I needed her to do this, because I couldn’t.

              She looked down at my leg once more. “Alright,” she said, nodding her head. “On three.”

              “No, just do it,” I told her. “No warning.”

              There was nothing for several seconds. I was worried that she still wanted to give me a warning, and then I felt it. A sharp pain in my side. It felt like someone had stabbed me, but I knew it was what needed to happen. “Are you alright?”

              “Alive, thanks to you,” I said, trying to move my hip, but it just hurt.

              “You would have been alive, regardless,” she said, sitting up.

              I again tried to laugh, but again it just pained me. “Maybe, but still I appreciate the help,” I said, stretching my good arm.

              “I see that you two have finally become less intertwined,” the nurse said, walking in.

              “Yeah,” Jackie said, walking over to the chair. She didn’t sit on it, but she did stare at it.

              “I just hope that you didn’t hurt her, while you two were sleeping,” the nurse said, glaring at Jackie.

              I looked over at Jackie. “That wasn’t her idea,” I told the nurse. “It was mine. I felt bad for her sleeping in the chair.”  

              “You simply wanted her not to have to sleep in the chair?” the nurse asked, and I had to look at her for a few seconds.

              That is all that I had to say. “Yes,” I said, looking at her. My eyes met hers.

              “So, you two our sisters?” she asked, looking over at me.

              “What?” I asked her. Things were getting more and more complicated. Why did she think that we were sisters? Alright, no that one makes sense. We look like sisters, well the red hair, no that’s about it, but that seems to be all there needs to be, not a lot of people with red hair, so I guess the fact that we both have that special mutation makes us sisters. “No, we aren’t sisters.”  

              “I think that she thinks that we are either together or sisters,” Jackie said, looking at me, and then at the nurse.

              “Oh, neither,” I said, laughing. “We are just close friends.”

              The nurse’s eyes flew open. “I got it,” she said. “So, how are you feeling?” the nurse asked, tapping on my IV bag.

              “I’m alive.”

              “That is still not a feeling,” the nurse said, sharply.

              “Well, that might be, but that is still how I feel. I don’t think that I can explain anything else to that.”

              “It’s fine,” the nurse said. She then gave me a smile. 

              “So, am I still set to get out of here today?” I asked her.

              She flashed me a smile. “As far as I know yes,” she said.

              “That’s wonderful news,” I said, feeling the need to jump up and down, but thankfully my body knew better.

              “I don’t like it, and the next doctor, told me that he would appease me by making sure that you are in fact fine,” the nurse said, looking me over.

              “Mentally, Physically, or Emotionally?” I asked her. Jackie gave me a sideways glance, and I had to try to hold my breath to make sure that I didn’t laugh. Holding my breath, however didn’t make it feel any better and I was still sore and it all still hurt.

              “How are you feeling in those three categories?” she asked me.

              I looked down for a second. “Mentally, I’m cooping. There are clearly things that I haven’t quite dealt with yet, but I’m cooping.” I took a breath, but before she said, anything I continued. “I’m taking it in small chunks, and right now, those small chunks are alright. They aren’t perfect, but they are digestible. Emotionally, I didn’t cry myself to sleep last night. As for physically, I’m alive. I’m in pain. I’m in a lot of pain, and my stomach is in knots, but I am sure that it will feel better once I am off the pain meds.”

              The nurse looked at me for a moment. She tried to say something, but couldn’t. The doctor came in before the nurse was able to say anything.