A Simple Plan Story for ~MeekoShadows
Author's note: In this story, Patrick Langlois, one of the band's friends, will be the Simple Plan drummer for various plot reasons.
Kammie's Story Chapter Five
where am I?" Pierre asked as he woke up and looked around the room he was in. He had no idea what was going on around him. He knew he was in a hospital room. He could gather that from all the machines and tubes that were attached to his body in different places.
He felt achy, especially around his chest area. He lifted up the sheet and looked down. His body was covered by a blue checkered hospital gown. He pulled the front up a little and looked down it. He saw a line of black stitches down the middle of his chest and part of his stomach. He gasped. He had no idea why those were there.
He knew that he had been in an ambulance. But he didn't know exactly what had happened to him at the football game. He remembered getting tackled and his ankle bending in a way that it shouldn'tve. He remembered trying to breathe, but feeling nothing but pain. He remembered Kammie crying over him while he tried to open his eyes in the ambulance as it approached the hospital.
Suddenly, Pierre grabbed the edge of his bed, and sat up quickly. He felt dizzy for a minute, because of all the medications and fluids that were being pumped through his body to help dull the pain that he'd be in without them. He sat for a minute and just took in a few deep breaths. He remembered how before, it hurt him to breathe. It wasn't hurting him any longer. He looked around, and spotted a nurse.
"Hey! Miss?" The nurse turned and looked at him, then walked into the room, smiling at him.
"Why, Mr. Bouvier. You're up. What is it that you need, hon?" She asked nicely. Pierre sighed.
what happened? Like, what happened to me?" He asked, looking at her.
"You got tackled during a football game at school. You broke your ankle, and your ribs. One of your ribs punctured your left lung. The doctors had to reset your ribs, and your ankle bone. They also had to sew up the wound in your lung so you could breathe again. You're a very lucky boy." Pierre just looked at her, taking this all in. "Anything else?"
"Yeah. Where is Kammie?"
"Your girlfriend? Why, she's in the waiting room. I'll go get her, now that you are awake."
"Pierre!" Kammie almost shouted as she ran into the room to see her boyfriend laying in the hospital bed. "Oh, God, I was worried sick about you!" She stood next to the bed and looked down at him, her eyes welling with tears, and her dark hair falling in front of her face. Pierre reached his arms out, signaling her to hug him. She slowly reached forward, her arms circling around his shoulders.
don't hug too tight. I'm still sore." He said quietly. Kammie nodded, then pulled back, kissing him gently.
"I was talking to my dad out in the waiting room. I asked him if, since you live on your own, you could stay with us." Pierre looked at her.
"What did he say?"
"He said that when you're able to come home, you can come stay with us, in the guest room." Kammie said, smiling at her boyfriend. "I'll take care of you, and make sure you're as comfortable as you can be."
"Oh, God, Kammie. Thank you so much
and tell your dad thank you, too." Pierre looked up at Kammie and smiled widely. "I love you."
"I love you, too."