time after time part #47 "so do you think you'll be

time after time
 part #47

 

"so do you think you'll be able to play anymore?" he asked.
"i don't know.  i'm afraid to ask." i said, and looked down, i saw the edge of the breathing tube up my nose, and i was in a hospital gown, and with a blanket on.
"i probably look a mess." i said, more to myself.
"you like fine." he said, and laughed.
"you would be in a hospital bed, all bandaged up, and comment on how you look."
"oh well i'm sorry for being a girl." i smiled.
"yea, well i'm glad i can't say the same." he smiled, and stretched his hands back, and his right sleeve slipped up, and i saw something on his arm.
"what's that?" i asked, pointing with my eyes at his arm.
"what?" he asked.
"that thing on your arm."
"oh, this?" he asked, lifting his sleeve up to reveal a tattoo.  it looked like it was a date written.
"what does it say?" i asked. "if you don't mind me asking."
"it says march 17th, it was the day my mom was pronounced cancer-free."
"awh, that's soo sweet." i smiled.
"my mom said it was unnecessary, but knock on wood it just passed 4 years.  i got it done after two." he smiled.
"cordin that's so sweet." i smiled.
"thanks." he chuckled. "i love my mom, i mean it was really tough for us when she was sick.  i couldn't play lacrosse for two years." he smiled.
"and now you're a star."i smiled.
"well so are you."
"i'm not so sure i can play anymore." i said.
"you'll be fine.  just some pt and you'll be back to normal."
"unless the concussion is too extensive." i said, and another tear rolled down my face.
"does lacrosse mean that much to you?" he whispered. i nodded my head, and sniffled.
"it keeps him close without the pain." i closed my eyes.  "sometimes i hear him in my head, shouting if a defender's coming on, or who to look for to a pass." i smiled.
"i probably sound insane." i laughed.
"ehh." he said, and just laughed.
"oww." i said, when shooting pain went through my stomach. "i think i broke a rib or something too." i said, and laid my head back on my pillow.
"are you tired?" he asked.
"kindof." i admitted.
"i'll let you go to sleep." he said, and went over to turn the light off.
"will you be here when i wake up?" i asked.
"you'll have to see for yourself." he smiled a taunting smile.
"that's enough reason not to!" i argued.
"don't worry about it." he said, and shut the light, turning the whole room black.
"goodnight !" i said, and in a threatening tone added, "you'd better be here tomorrow morning." i said. i heard the smile in his voice when he said,
"sleep well." and i close my eyes and drifted into unconsciousness.