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By Kitty Angel · Posted
122. Where it Hurts Tess stared at her phone, and took another deep breath. It hadn’t helped so far, but maybe it was a case of fifth time lucky. A breath would bring extra oxygen into her body, and a sigh would let her expel all of her worries so that she could bring herself to say what she needed to say. “Boyfriend trouble?” Kim asked. Tess was about to say something really snarky, but realised before her mouth opened that she was only angry at herself. This was something she needed to do, and something that she knew she was capable of. So why was she making it so difficult for herself? Of course, it was because she needed to admit that the problem between them could have been more about her own failure to communicate than anything else. “Not that,” she said. “It’s just… I asked Spike to come visit a couple of weeks ago, and some stuff happened. Not good stuff. I think I underestimated… what he wanted. And whatever I say, I know it’s going to upset him.” “Girl, if you’re that worried, you _need_ to talk about it. If you’re not sure about going that far, you should let him know that. Not quit talking to him for a couple of weeks. We’ve been rooting for you guys, you know? Everything I’ve seen shows him as a strong, compassionate guy. And that means that he’ll be willing to wait for you, if he knows you want to. I mean… I don’t know what happened, obviously. But if he stopped when you told him you’re uncomfortable, that’s a sign he wants to learn better. And if he didn’t, it’s not him you should be talking to. He didn’t…” “No, no,” Tess stammered, after a few seconds delay while she deciphered what her friend was talking about. She hadn’t said anything about the baby thing, she couldn’t bear to share that with anyone else. But that meant that even the vaguest suggestion of her current situation was bound to have people leaping to the wrong conclusions. She couldn’t blame them. “It’s really not anything like that. It’s just… something hard to talk about. Something I can do that I thought would be good for him, a way to blow off steam. Nothing… you know. Just like a hobby. But I didn’t realise how seriously he takes it, and I was kind of overwhelmed, and I freaked out a bit. I feel bad about that, I mean, if it’s so important to him I want to learn how to enjoy it. But it’s hard to explain, and I’m scared he’ll just back away from something that he really wants if he realises how nervous I am, and there’s no way that would be fair. How do I tell him?” “Talk to him about something else?” Kim suggested, and Tess knew that it should have been the first thing to cross her mind. She’d been ignoring every message he sent her, just because there was one thing she was scared to talk about, and she knew that would be more of a problem than just wanting to negotiate different rules. But after she’d dug such a deep hole, she knew it would be hard to get out of it. “Yeah. He’s still my friend, no matter what. I can’t let this come between us. I just need to work out how to tell him about…” Tess stared in silence for a few moments, as Kim waited for her to finish the sentence, and then turned to see what she was looking at. “Woah,” she mumbled after a delay of a few seconds. “What happened to him?” The sudden distraction with Spike Luger, walking into the school cafeteria. He wasn’t normally the kind of person to turn heads, even if he was pretty popular and everybody who’d spent much time talking to him liked him. But he was the centre of attention today, and it seemed like everyone in the room was ignoring their lunch while they tried to work out if they were willing to be the first person to ask him what had happened. Tess turned her phone off and slipped it into her bag. She didn’t need XV to send a message with a time delay when the boy she loved clearly needed to talk to someone right now. All her nervousness evaporated in an instant, and she walked straight towards him, not even acknowledging the people she had to push past to get there. Spike was in the line ready to get his dinner, so he clearly didn’t think he was in such bad shape. But half his face was swollen with bruises, and there was blood on his shirt collar. There was no way he had gone through his morning classes in that state; the teachers would have sent him straight to the nurse, and he would have been in the hospital by now. No matter what else they needed to discuss, Tess knew that it could wait. “You’re bleeding,” she said. “What happened?” Everybody was looking at them now. Everybody had the same question, but the bystanders didn’t feel comfortable asking. By coming up to ask the question, she’d made herself the centre of attention as well. That wasn’t what she’d intended; she hadn’t been thinking about anything but Spike at that moment. But now that she was talking to him, she knew that she had to see it through. “Was,” he said, somewhat indistinctly. “Was bleeding. Stopped now. Just bruises.” “Uhh… no. Did you put those bandages on yourself? I think you need proper medical attention. Don’t go acting tough now. Come on.” She grabbed his arm, and shepherded him as gently as she could manage out of the room again. He tried to say that he was fine, and that he could clean up his own wounds. Tess was sure that he had plenty of experience, and she’d seen unexplained bruises that he didn’t want to talk about in any level of detail before, but not something like this. She had no patience now for pointless bravado; she knew that she needed to take charge to make sure that he got proper treatment, so she just did it. There were no nerves in her voice now; not when somebody needed her. Spike didn’t resist, but nor did he say anything. He walked along quietly until they got to the nurse’s room. The nurse took one look at him and called for an ambulance. He started to protest, but then met Tess’s eyes and looked down in shame. He knew that she was right, and she read the gesture as a silent promise that he wasn’t going to argue anymore, no matter how much his bruised ego wanted him to. “I’m sorry it’s…” she started, and realised that it was still just as hard to say any of the things she wanted to. But when she saw him in this state, she couldn’t let him down just to spare her own feelings a little. “Look, I’ve been trying to work out what to say to you for weeks, and I let myself get hung up on it. Like scared I’d say the wrong thing. I’m sorry. But this is bigger than that, right? We can still talk about this, and I don’t have to worry about making a fool of myself, because I know you need help. You don’t get to ride this one out, mister. We’re going to the hospital, you’re going to get looked at properly, and I’m not leaving your side until I know you’re going to be okay. Got it?” He nodded, and winced. The nurse, who had been checking his hasty bandages, looked up. “You did the right thing bringing him here. Looks like these cuts are clean, but that might not be enough to prevent infection. And this isn’t going to heal by itself, I think he’s going to need stitches. You want to ride with him to the hospital? I can call your families and let them know you’re–” “Don’t call his family,” Tess answered firmly. “I’m like ninety percent sure this was his stepfather. And my…” She hesitated. Was Gabby her family now, as far as the school was concerned? She didn’t know what was the right thing to do in these circumstances. But from seeing her parents deal with all kinds of problems over the years, she knew that in a crisis it was often best just to make a decision and stick to it, rather than worrying about what might be considered ‘right’. “My parents are out of the country,” she said. “My legal guardian will be working, and it’s not worth bothering her with. She’ll only overreact or panic, and she doesn’t like Spike anyway. I’ll call her partner instead, she works at PRMCT so she’ll be able to take me home, or back to school, or bring my stuff so I can stay with him. Depending how long it takes.” “I’m supposed to get decisions like this made by a parent.” The nurse seemed disapproving, but she could see just by looking at Tess that she wasn’t going to persuade her to change her mind now. “Make sure you let them know, okay?” They waited in the office for ten minutes until an ambulance arrived. They didn’t use the lights and sirens on the way back to Pine Ridge; this didn’t seem like a full emergency. But they did have a medic in the back checking Spike’s pulse and breathing, and offering him painkillers that seemed to reduce a lot of the tension in his body. There was nothing for Tess to do but squeeze his hand, and hope that he was going to be okay. “Thank you,” Spike mumbled as they reached the hospital. His words were still a little indistinct, possibly because of the bruising around his mouth. He looked a mess, and Tess couldn’t imagine how much pain he was in. “I take it you’re not going to let me go home right now?” “You’ve lost a lot of blood,” the medic said. “And I pulled a sliver of glass out of one of those cuts. You need a proper assessment to check there’s not more. And I can’t rule out concussion. You need to be signed into the hospital. If you want to sign yourself out after that, that’s between you and the doctor. But it’s seriously not a good idea.” Spike tried to walk into the hospital, but quickly learned that the ambulance guy wasn’t kidding about the pain medication making him light-headed. So they strapped him into a seat and wheeled it straight out of the ambulance into the waiting area. A nurse would come around shortly to perform triage, he was told. They would decide whether he could stand waiting an hour without his injuries getting worse; and whether he was competent to sign a waiver if he wanted to discharge himself against medical advice. “You’re not checking out,” Tess told him firmly, as soon as they were alone. “You heard what he said about broken glass. How did you get glass? Did you fall through a window or something?” “Vodka bottle,” he said with a sigh, almost resigned. “Duke says I’m not allowed to see you again. That’s why I didn’t want to come here. I can take care of myself, and I don’t want to… have other people caught up in my problems.” “You can’t take care of everything yourself. You’re pushing yourself too far. Stop thinking and just listen, okay? You need a parent to consent to non-emergency treatment, which I guess is why you’re not so enthusiastic about being in here. But you’re also over fifteen, and you can cite a legitimate reason to be uncomfortable with parental involvement, so you’re entitled to nominate someone else as your healthcare proxy. I know this, I had to fill out the forms to nominate Gabby, just in case, when my parents went to San Lorenzo. A professional who’s known to you is an acceptable candidate. So I’m calling Ffrances, she can act as your parent so far as the hospital’s concerned, and she can be here in five minutes. Then you’re going to sit back and let the doctor stitch your face up. Who knows, you already got the ruggedly handsome look going. Maybe you’ll wind up with an enigmatic scar, and you’ll be fighting the girls off with a stick. Even more.” “I’d rather not,” he said, at Tess’s attempt to lighten the mood fell kind of flat. But she wanted to keep on trying; she couldn’t let him keep thinking seriously in a situation like this. “Don’t want to be handsome? The doctors here are too good to let you turn out ugly, and I’m not even sure it would be possible. So if you don’t want handsome, you’ll have to settle for being pretty instead. But whatever happens, we’re going to make sure that you get all the treatment you need. No getting yourself in more trouble. Think you can be good for the doctors and not make a fuss today?” “Yes, Mum,” he answered. It was only two syllables, and felt like a slight jab about the way she kept taking control whenever something went wrong. But the smile behind the words told Tess that she had her Spike back, and that his problems were something he could find a way to laugh at again. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
Normally, I think whatever frozen pizza is on sale when I shop, but my plans have changed. I have a viewing at 2 in the afternoon for a friend and colleague who passed away two weeks ago, so I'll head home and try to sleep and make my grocery run after the viewing. I'll decide then -
I'll be more than happy to join your vetting process by feedback on my wetting process!!! 🙃 -
You all read my posts and know how much I like going poopies in my diapies but this morning is an anomaly because my Kiddo Premium Night diaper is just verrry wet with no feeling that I have to go potty. Oh well, still a good morning.
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