009. rogue

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   Threw Me Away: Nervous Kids

"Why did I even open my eyes?" I exhale.

"How are you feeling?" Clark sits in the chair.

"Just fine, Kent."

"Layton and Darion told me you're getting discharged today."

"Yep." I tap my pointer finger against the front of my hand.

"Has Mateo come to visit?"

"No. He said he was visiting his grandmother in Missouri last week. He won't be back for a while."

"It was Dustin."

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"He's the one who threw the football at you." Clark tells me.

"Okay." I nod. "Cool, mystery solved."

"Why didn't you want Nurse Ellen to call your mom?"

"I don't remember having to explain my life story to you, Kent." I now sit up.

"How are you feeling, Brianna?" Nurse Ellen enters.

"Confined." I sneer and she chuckles.

"Good thing today's your last day in this prison."

"Go, me."

"You're gonna be wearing this for two weeks." Nurse Ellen holds up a slinger.

"Looks cozy." I nod.

"It is. Let's change that bandage first." She sits and helps me take off the hospital gown. "You got it. Easy, easy. East now." She helps me put on my sports bra. She now peels the bandage off and I wince before I look down at my wounded shoulder.

"Pete was right about the cool scars." I inquire and she chuckles.

"After two weeks, you need to come back to get your stitches out. But as for now, no diner, no community service, no activity that involves any lifting whatsoever." She places a new bandage around my shoulder. "You go to school and then straight home to rest. I've also prescribed you some liquid antibiotics for your bruise. You take those for a week, two times a day with a drink, and the infection should go away."

"You shouldn't have. Can I leave now?"

"Only cause you're emancipated."

"Huh, thought it was because of free will."

"You're sorely mistaken, Brianna." She helps me put my gown back on.

"Damn." I hold my stomach.

"Okay, c'mon, I got you." She helps me out of bed.

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