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Bradshaw turned to me. “Hey, feeling better?”

“Not really.” I admitted. “ I take it, my parents are here?”

He nodded. “In the waiting room. Do you want to talk to them?”

“Not until I have an aspirin…” I signaled with my hands, even though it hurt. “…About this big.” They were shoulder width part. He tried to laugh. “And that was before I got hurt.”

Bradshaw did grin. “Did you hear how…” I started in.

“No broken bones, thank goodness. They did manage an x-ray. But they did have to sedate him, to get the glass out. Among other things. He‘s either going to be asleep for awhile or very, very loggy.”

“Can I see him?”

“Well, it could be considered minor surgery, so I don’t know how long he’d be out. Maybe a couple of hours, maybe longer.”

I was insistent. “Please, Bradshaw. You and me are the only ones he knows…”

Bradshaw scratched his head. “I guess, he could use a friendly face.” And he led me to the room.

Kenny was asleep, but it looked like a forced one. His breathing was raspy, yet not in pain. That would be later, after the painkiller had worn off. He was on his back. Bandages, and wrapped gauze covered his whole right arm. Some even was over his shoulder. Stitches, too. Another was on his forehead, covering the spot where the rock had hit. I could see another at the back of his neck. They had a thin hospital gown over his torso. The little name bracelet was over his wrist, loosely put on. I guess Bradshaw told them what name to use. The left wrist wasn’t untouched either. The tube for an IV was stuck on the vein underneath. Bandage that wrist, on the other side. The wings were tucked under his sides, barely fitting in the bed. At least, he should be warm, as a blanket placed over his waist. The rails had been put back into their normal position.

Silent and concerned, I went over, leaning on that rail. A light brush on his cheek. The rasping in his voice paused, then disappeared as it seemed that he recognized the touch. He shifted towards me. His eyes remained closed.

“Jen…”

Must be dreaming. Who knows what people think of when they’re under. There was a happy twitch when he said my name though.

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May color this one soon. Redid it a few times.
Working on this scene...

Bradshaw turned to me. “Hey, feeling better?”

“Not really.” I admitted. “ I take it, my parents are here?”

He nodded. “In the waiting room. Do you want to talk to them?”

“Not until I have an aspirin…” I signaled with my hands, even though it hurt. “…About this big.” They were shoulder width part. He tried to laugh. “And that was before I got hurt.”

Bradshaw did grin. “Did you hear how…” I started in.

“No broken bones, thank goodness. They did manage an x-ray. But they did have to sedate him, to get the glass out. Among other things. He‘s either going to be asleep for awhile or very, very loggy.”

“Can I see him?”

“Well, it could be considered minor surgery, so I don’t know how long he’d be out. Maybe a couple of hours, maybe longer.”

I was insistent. “Please, Bradshaw. You and me are the only ones he knows…”

Bradshaw scratched his head. “I guess, he could use a friendly face.” And he led me to the room.

Kenny was asleep, but it looked like a forced one. His breathing was raspy, yet not in pain. That would be later, after the painkiller had worn off. He was on his back. Bandages, and wrapped gauze covered his whole right arm. Some even was over his shoulder. Stitches, too. Another was on his forehead, covering the spot where the rock had hit. I could see another at the back of his neck. They had a thin hospital gown over his torso. The little name bracelet was over his wrist, loosely put on. I guess Bradshaw told them what name to use. The left wrist wasn’t untouched either. The tube for an IV was stuck on the vein underneath. Bandage that wrist, on the other side. The wings were tucked under his sides, barely fitting in the bed. At least, he should be warm, as a blanket placed over his waist. The rails had been put back into their normal position.

Silent and concerned, I went over, leaning on that rail. A light brush on his cheek. The rasping in his voice paused, then disappeared as it seemed that he recognized the touch. He shifted towards me. His eyes remained closed.

“Jen…”

Must be dreaming. Who knows what people think of when they’re under. There was a happy twitch when he said my name though.