Part UNO

There were no clever remarks that day. Not a single smile or a single laugh. There were no snorts of joy, no radiance of bliss, emitting from his skull. Just a dull silent feeling as he sat in his chair. As barren as the Sahara, a tear slid down his cheeks. The women he loved for so many years was now in front of him, dead, and she didn’t even know it. His legs couldn’t support the weight he felt on his shoulders, nor could his soul. The emptiness engulfed him like a an oceansjaw. “Good bye,” he whispered as he left.

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“Ouch”

YEARS EARLIER

Pain can usually be avoided when you’re fully conscious but when you’re fatigued it’s hard to realize when something is existing. Strange noises are followed by this like for instance the sound of a head smashing off a metal bar. “Owwww! What in the bloody hell?” An adolescent groans as he smacks his head off of a pole on a bunk bed. He yawns and steps out of his bed. Another interesting noise would be one of a teenage man falling flat on his ass. “Gumrphhghg. Since when do I have jacks in my room?” The man scratches his head as he walks towards his dresser. Another strange noise could be one of a toe getting crushed against a vertical object. Blood splurted on the floor and the man was rushed to the emerge. 

This is Tim. 

“Is it broken?” Tim asks the doctor. The doctor chuckled a bit and responded with a rhetorical question. The doctor was a tall yet slender woman with a name that make Tim chuckle a little bit on the inside.

“What do you think?” She responded to Tim. “Your bone broke the skin.” Tim looks to the side in disappointment with himself. “You’ve busted it up pretty bad. But it should be okay in a couple of weeks as long as you keep this cast on.”

“Coulda been worse,” Tim responded in an upbeat tone. The doctor looks at him with mild discontent. “I could have broken two toes.” Tim smiles. The doctor does not. “Sigh..” 

“You’re lucky you’re medical insurance covers this. Or else this might have cost a pretty penny.” For some reason Tim felt like he was getting lectured. She blabbered on for ages about medical care, and how he is fortunate to live in a country in which medical care is free for adolescents. It wasn’t long before Tim’s eyes started to wander. They drooped down to the woman’s breasts. It was then that the doctor realized Tim wasn’t listening, so she departed from the bed in which he sat upon. “You’re free to go Tim.”