Chapter
3
Brian went to
sleep shortly after Dr. Martin left. He was awoken by the phone by his bed
ringing. He reached over, moaning in pain as his ribs protested to the
movement, and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?"
he said.
"Hey,
Frick!" said Nick. Brian smiled at the sound of his best friend's voice.
"What's
up, Frack?" he asked.
"Not
much. What about you? How are you doing?" Nick asked, sounding concerned.
"I'm
doin' okay," Brian replied. "I'm pretty beat up, but I'll be
okay."
"That's
good. I've been worried about you, Rok," Nick said, sincerely. "I've
been scared shitless since your parents called me this morning."
"Aw,
don't worry about me, man. This is nothing," Brian assured him.
"When
will you get out of the hospital?" Nick asked.
"I don't
know. I haven't even asked yet," Brian said. "My doctor said I might
need surgery on my leg. It's broken pretty bad."
"That
sucks," Nick said.
"Yeah, I
know," Brian agreed.
"Are you
in a lot of pain?" Nick asked.
"No, not
really. I think they've given me a lot of pain medication. I'm just pretty
weak. It only hurts if I move around too much."
"That's
good. Just make sure they keep drugging you up," Nick said jokingly. Brian
laughed slightly, then gasped in pain.
"Don't
make me laugh, man," he moaned. "My ribs."
"I'm
sorry, Bri," Nick said, sounding horrified.
"That's
okay, Nicky," Brian said, snickering at how apologetic Nick was.
"It's not a big deal."
They talked on
the phone for a few more minutes, and then they hung up.
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