Silence
Anonymous Me
Nick waited as patiently as he could while the woman went to get some food. He wasn't really sure what he wanted. Hunger and taste were two different things, sort of. Anything would be fine when he was truly hungry, but nothing sounded really wonderful either. His head was throbbing and some of the other pains were sinking in. Cringing a little bit he pushed the button on the side of the bed so he could sit up a little bit. Taking a deep breath he looked around the room rubbed at his face where it itched a little bit. Apparently he had a stitch near the hairline on the left side and he knew better than to itch that too much.
After a few minutes the woman arrived with a nice sectioned plate of food and Nick breathed in deeply as she set it in front of him on the table tray. It smelled good, probably tasted good too. "No, I can feed myself." A smirk came to his face. "Only one broken arm. I think I can manage a fork."
The brunette let out a sigh. "Well, you seemed to be struggling with the medication last night." She replied as she handed him the plate with the fork inside of the food. "Your water is right here." She adds, moving the cup a little closer to him on the bedside table.
Though he wasn't quite as grouchy, Nick still had a slightly ornery streak. "Not like a cast is easy maneuvering. They don't sell these things at a thousand dollars a piece and tell people they're sleek, smooth, fast moving, or exclusive." Fumbling with the fork he found it took himself a few tries to get the food all collected with his left hand doing the fine work. "There, I got it see." While she was here he figured maybe he could ask her about one of the guys from the crew. "So uh...anyone else come in with me last night? Maybe a guy drop by with my stuff or anything?"
Emma rose an eyebrow, looking toward the door as if she would be able to remember anything of the sort. "Not that I know of..." She responded as she looked back at him, glancing down at his plate so she could make sure he was handling the food okay. "I clocked out of my shift and spent the whole night here, and, to be honest, I haven't even slept. No one came in." A slight huff of laughter jumped from her throat as she spoke of not sleeping. She was obviously tired, with bags growing dark beneath her eyes. "Had to make sure you were okay. But, if you want, I can go down to the ambulance barn for you and see if there's anyone there who knows."
Didn't seem that anyone had come down and Nick shrugged. "No, that's alright. I'll just wait. Pretty sure when the next crew gets off they'll bring my bag in." He just wanted his phone so he could call and make sure some business was taken care of and that was it.
"Alright." Emma squinted her eyes shut and lifted her hand to her mouth, letting out a yawn. She clearly had never pulled an all-nighter and usually went to sleep at a decent time every night. "Whatever you want to do."
Nick didn't like to depend on other people for his own reasons and it seemed that Emma was trying to be nice suddenly. In some ways it made him a little nervous. At the same time he was slightly bummed to see her go. Laying around in the hospital felt like a long time and he didn't really like being here by himself. Misery loved company and that was exactly what he wanted. There wasn't anyone that he could actually think of that would sit with him.
Emma barely left the chair and then a man came in with Nick's bag. "Hey there. I uh...I got the day off. Kinda shook up after the accident, but I brought your stuff in here." Plopping the bag on the floor next to the bed he tilted his head and looked over at Nick carefully. "Wow, you look like shit."
"Thanks." Nick grumbled back at his crew member and friend. "Just give me my phone." Holding the phone with one hand he poked at it with the other till he got the screen up. "Uh huh, just enough battery to make a call. Thanks, Jake."
Jake shrugged and started back out the door. "Let me know if you need anything." It was a little odd that there hadn't been any phone calls on Nick's phone and he'd never heard the guy say anything about his personal life. At least not that he could remember now that he thought about it. "Call your mom huh? Let her know you're alright?" That was the most logical first call that he could think to make.
"Nah, gotta call the insurance company to see what the damages are." Nick knew he wasn't going to like it, but he had to find some way to pay for it. There were bills that would come in as part of his copay and he had to figure that out. Jake left with just a strange twitch of his eyebrows and Nick made the phone call. He'd barely finished with the call and he had his phone resting on his lap when he heard the door open again and it was Emma again. "Oh my gosh what are you doing? Go home and sleep." She was one determined lady and it was very uncomfortable to have her insist on staying in the room. Rolling his eyes he turned his head away and he stared at the door almost pleadingly. Insurance was only going to pay for up to a week and he needed to talk to the doctor and find a way to get out of here before then.
After a few minutes the woman arrived with a nice sectioned plate of food and Nick breathed in deeply as she set it in front of him on the table tray. It smelled good, probably tasted good too. "No, I can feed myself." A smirk came to his face. "Only one broken arm. I think I can manage a fork."
The brunette let out a sigh. "Well, you seemed to be struggling with the medication last night." She replied as she handed him the plate with the fork inside of the food. "Your water is right here." She adds, moving the cup a little closer to him on the bedside table.
Though he wasn't quite as grouchy, Nick still had a slightly ornery streak. "Not like a cast is easy maneuvering. They don't sell these things at a thousand dollars a piece and tell people they're sleek, smooth, fast moving, or exclusive." Fumbling with the fork he found it took himself a few tries to get the food all collected with his left hand doing the fine work. "There, I got it see." While she was here he figured maybe he could ask her about one of the guys from the crew. "So uh...anyone else come in with me last night? Maybe a guy drop by with my stuff or anything?"
Emma rose an eyebrow, looking toward the door as if she would be able to remember anything of the sort. "Not that I know of..." She responded as she looked back at him, glancing down at his plate so she could make sure he was handling the food okay. "I clocked out of my shift and spent the whole night here, and, to be honest, I haven't even slept. No one came in." A slight huff of laughter jumped from her throat as she spoke of not sleeping. She was obviously tired, with bags growing dark beneath her eyes. "Had to make sure you were okay. But, if you want, I can go down to the ambulance barn for you and see if there's anyone there who knows."
Didn't seem that anyone had come down and Nick shrugged. "No, that's alright. I'll just wait. Pretty sure when the next crew gets off they'll bring my bag in." He just wanted his phone so he could call and make sure some business was taken care of and that was it.
"Alright." Emma squinted her eyes shut and lifted her hand to her mouth, letting out a yawn. She clearly had never pulled an all-nighter and usually went to sleep at a decent time every night. "Whatever you want to do."
Nick didn't like to depend on other people for his own reasons and it seemed that Emma was trying to be nice suddenly. In some ways it made him a little nervous. At the same time he was slightly bummed to see her go. Laying around in the hospital felt like a long time and he didn't really like being here by himself. Misery loved company and that was exactly what he wanted. There wasn't anyone that he could actually think of that would sit with him.
Emma barely left the chair and then a man came in with Nick's bag. "Hey there. I uh...I got the day off. Kinda shook up after the accident, but I brought your stuff in here." Plopping the bag on the floor next to the bed he tilted his head and looked over at Nick carefully. "Wow, you look like shit."
"Thanks." Nick grumbled back at his crew member and friend. "Just give me my phone." Holding the phone with one hand he poked at it with the other till he got the screen up. "Uh huh, just enough battery to make a call. Thanks, Jake."
Jake shrugged and started back out the door. "Let me know if you need anything." It was a little odd that there hadn't been any phone calls on Nick's phone and he'd never heard the guy say anything about his personal life. At least not that he could remember now that he thought about it. "Call your mom huh? Let her know you're alright?" That was the most logical first call that he could think to make.
"Nah, gotta call the insurance company to see what the damages are." Nick knew he wasn't going to like it, but he had to find some way to pay for it. There were bills that would come in as part of his copay and he had to figure that out. Jake left with just a strange twitch of his eyebrows and Nick made the phone call. He'd barely finished with the call and he had his phone resting on his lap when he heard the door open again and it was Emma again. "Oh my gosh what are you doing? Go home and sleep." She was one determined lady and it was very uncomfortable to have her insist on staying in the room. Rolling his eyes he turned his head away and he stared at the door almost pleadingly. Insurance was only going to pay for up to a week and he needed to talk to the doctor and find a way to get out of here before then.