Something
More
Than Friends
*Chapter Eleven, Part One*
On the next day, at around
9:00am, my mom dropped me off at the hospital so I could go see
Josh. I brought him balloons and Swedish fish, (his favorite,)
attached to a get well card. When I walked into his room, his
face lit up with happiness. “Awh, Bri, you didn’t
have to get me anything,” he admitted, smiling, as I
handed him the card and placed the balloons next to his bed.
For the whole day, we joked around and watched movies, cuddling
in his hospital bed together. When it came time for him to eat
his meals, I helped him sit up then stepped out for a little
while to get something at the food court.
Each day for the next week, I
visited Josh in the hospital as he got better. His parents came
in a few times each day as well, but no where near as much as I
did. A few times, the doctor came in to check on Josh, and as
the days went by, the doctor confirmed that Josh seemed to be
getting progressively better. Around 1:00pm each day, I was
able to come with him to his physical therapy sessions. The
therapist thought that having one of his peers there could be a
distraction, but on the other hand, it could be considered
encouraging for him. At the therapy sessions, I watched the
therapist test Josh’s eyesight, hearing, memory, sense of
direction, nerves, and even his senses of smell and taste. It
was great to see Josh doing so well during the sessions,
because that gave me hope that Josh would be better and out of
the hospital in no time.
On Saturday, the day before Josh
was scheduled to come home, I brought Hanna and Nick along with
me to see him. I thought it would be a nice surprise to bring
some friends along to visit him, considering he might be
getting bored of just hanging out with me. Hanna’s mom
dropped us off at the front entrance, then I led Hanna and Nick
up a carpeted elevator, then down the hallway of floor fifteen
towards Josh’s room. Reaching the end of the hallway, I
pointed to the last room on the left, then told them I would
walk in first. “Hey, Bri,” Josh smiled as I walked
through the doorway. Nick and Hanna followed in behind me, and
Josh was clearly surprised to see them both. “Hey! What
are you guys doing here?” He asked. “It’s
nice that you guys came to visit.” Hanna and Nick walked
over to his bed, asking him about his head and how he was
feeling. “I’m feeling a lot better since the night
of the accident,” He informed the two of them. Since Josh
was now able to eat at the food court, the four of us walked
there to get some lunch. Hanna and I settled on a grilled
cheese sandwich with curly fries, Josh ordered a cup of chicken
noodle soup, and Nick ate a chilidog and a soft pretzel. This
was the first time we’d eaten out somewhere since
‘the incident,’ but thankfully, there was no Jenna
working at the food court. No marbles to choke on today, I
thought thankfully, sipping my glass of orange soda without any
worries. When we finished up our lunches, we headed back to
Josh’s room and watched The Hunger Games on the flat
screen television in his room. “Team Peeta, woo!”
Hanna and I chanted. Hanna was lying with Nick on the petite,
blue sofa next to Josh’s bed, where I cuddled up next to
him, enjoying the movie.
Around 7, we all decided to head
home and let Josh rest up during his last night’s stay
here at the hospital. Nick and Hanna said their goodbyes to him
and told me they’d be waiting in the lobby. I turned back
to Josh to find him rubbing the side of his head with a
distressful look on his face. “You okay?” I asked,
clearly concerned. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little
headache, probably from the surgery and everything this
week,” he explained. “Alright,” I responded.
“I’ll come see you tomorrow around nine before they
release you, okay?” “Okay, I’ll be
waiting,” he said. “Goodnight Josh,” I
whispered,
hugging him one last time for the night.
“Goodnight, Bri.”
hugging him one last time for the night.
“Goodnight, Bri.”
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