Skeleton Keys

[Ixidor92]

"Right, I'll be there then."


Sanz was not going to complain. At the very least, t gave him a day to think about how to approach Rhea

 

[Ricia]

Roen nodded and turned to look at Sanz again, "Alright... in the mean time... I can't prescribe drugs... but I can give you another shot if you would like."

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz thought about it for a little while. He hated the idea of throwing yet more drugs in his system, but he was certain he would hat life more once his arm completely woke up.


"Sure, go ahead."

 

[Ricia]

Roen nodded before getting out a small needle and tapping on Sanz arm to look for a vain. He poked a small bottle of medication with the niddle before returning to his arm and injecting painkillers into his blood stream. "Alright then. I'll see you in a couple of days. Also.. I'll take you home after, my home. I am guessing no one will come pick you up after to watch you... so I'll just going to take you home with me. For the first 16 hours after."

 

[Ixidor92]

. . .


Wait what had he just said?


"You mean, after the surgery? I shouldn't have too much trouble . . ."


It was half of the truth. He had been left largely on his own the last time when his leg was broken, but his sister had still been in the house. He was fairly certain he would be able to get by . . . if with a lot of difficulty.

 

[Ricia]

"Look... I'm sure you are a very capable kid.. but I'm not going to let you waltz out of here high on drugs, freshly cut up without some kind of supervision for the first 16 hours. At least." Roen was making it very obviously he was not getting a choice.

 

[Ixidor92]

Well . . . shit. This doctor had a very pointed way of saying "no". Maybe he could use the opportunity to talk to Rhea . . . if he got that opportunity at all.


"Fine. What time should I come in?"

 

[Ricia]

"An hour before a close." He wrote the time and date on a piece of paper before handing it to Sanz. "Here. Pack an overnight bag when you come."

 

[Ixidor92]

"Thanks."


Sanz to the sheet of paper and stood up off the doctor's table. He wagered it would probably several minutes at the very least before the drugs started to kick in. In the meantime he would go home and try to get some of his schoolwork done, it was way behind now. Monday was going to be a bitch.

 

[Ricia]

Monday was indeed not fun. When he got to the office, Roen already had everything set up, having Sanz change before putting him to sleep. When he woke up, he was in a dim lit room so it didn't hurt his eyes. There was a lot of tapping on the keyboard.

 

[Ixidor92]

(This is probably going to sound a bit non-authentic because I've never had surgery and never been on really strong pain maids)


Sanz had brought his book bag to the office, but this time it was filled with a spare change of clothes as well as a few other items he felt he might need when staying at another's place. He had to put on one of those silly gowns before the surgery. The kind that somehow made you feel more naked wearing it than when you were actually naked. Then everything got fuzzy . . .


It was bright.


Okay, no, it wasn't that bright, his eyes were just trying to adjust to the light that was there.


Sanz blinked his eyes a few times. His perception from all senses felt extremely fuzzy, and right now he couldn't feel any pain from his arm. In fact, he really couldn't feel much of anything at all. He turned his head slowly, the sound of something clacking coming from that direction. He couldn't quite make out what was there, everything was still fuzzy.

 

[Ricia]

(I have had both. The pain meds before the surgery. Man it was awful..)


Roen was there, but when he heard a bit of shuffling, he stood up and walked over to him. "Hey.." He said. He leaned down before opening a small fridge and pulling out some apple juice. He put a straw in it before holding it close to him, "Take a few small sips of this. I mean small sips."

 

[Ixidor92]

Normally, Sanz would have felt insulted by the fact that he was being offered juice with a straw like he was ten years younger than he actually was. Normally, he would probably have told the good doctor 'Thanks for your help, but I'll be fine now'. Sanz did neither of those things because he was too tired and addled from the drugs to be able to think like he normally did. What he did know, however, was that any kind of drink sounded really good right now. He took a few sips before his head rolled back to where it had been on the table. Some part of him tried to move his limbs, but he could barely feel them.


"I feel . . . ugh . . ."

 

[Ricia]

(Mostly.. everything feels mushy. Generally you have no short term memory. Like.. you say the same thing over and over again. When I came out of surgery, my mom asked me if I wanted a wheelchair and I responded: "Yes... Beep beep." They kept asking what sound a wheel chair made since that day.... you tend to ask the same questions and go in and out of sleep.)


"Yes, you will feel like that for a bit. Drink a bit more juice. The sugar will help you get moving.. but too fast will make your stomach upset. You could heave at that point. We'll leave in an hour. By then you should start feeling a bit more yourself." Roen informed him. He knew it might be a bit pointless for now.

 

[Ixidor92]

"Ugh . . ."


Sanz took another sip. Leaving. Leaving to go where? Leaving for home?


No. No that didn't sound quite right. His head felt like a maze drenched in fog while he slogged through something with the consistency of honey. He couldn't piece anything together


"Okay?"

 

[Ricia]

Roen chuckled, "Yes. I'll give you a bit longer before I get you into the wheel chair." He told Sanz.

 

[Ixidor92]

Wheelchair. That was a word that meant something. It was bad, he didn't need it. Why would he? He couldn't remember what it was for but he sure as hell didn't need it.


Sanz slowly shook his head, emanating a groan that might have been taken as some kind of response if he could actually form it into words.

 

[Ricia]

Roen watched as his face started to form complicated reactions, "Don't hurt yourself trying to think." Roen said with humor.

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again the world would make more sense. What felt like only a minute for him turned out to be twenty when he opened his eyes back up. His mind was still a fog, but his eyes could actually make things out now without everything being fuzzy

 

[Ricia]

When Sanz woke up again, there was some clacking noises. Roen was trying to set up one of the wheel chairs. Though this time, Rhea was there. "He's awake.."


"His apple juice if on the counter." Roen told her while flattening the floppy seat on the chair.


Rhea nodded and did a soft slow jog over to the side of his bed before picking up the boxed apple juice. Holding the straw between two fingers, she lifted it up to his mouth, "Here, take a few sips. Small ones please." She told him.

 

[Ixidor92]

Sanz blinked a couple of times in some vain attempt to make the world stop spinning. He took another sip or two before trying to pull his head up. He felt like he had to get on his feet, actually get his body to move. It wasn't a good thing for him to be lying on his back for several hours.

 

[Ricia]

Rhea smiled a bit but pressed her hand to his back and tried to help him sit up. She doubt he would stay sitting up, but he'd just fall back into the fluff of pillows. "We'll get you to my brother's place in a bit. We need you to wake up just a bit more before we stick you in a moving car." She told him softly.

 

[Ixidor92]

"Walk . . ."


Sanz blinked his eyes a few more times, as if the statement had brought some clarity


"Can't stay down . . . walk."

 

[Ricia]

"You sound kind of like a drone..." Rhea pointed out, "But.. you can't walk until the drugs get out of the system." Well it was not like he couldn't walk...it was more along the lines of it was not recommended.

 

[Ixidor92]

"Can't walk?"


Sanz shook his head a little, and then found that the world didn't stop shaking when he did. The immediate result was that he fell flat on his back again


"Can't stay down . . . can't walk."