*Lays on the sofa in the lounge of their apartment, broken leg propped up on a heap of pillows, stitches in his forehead, and his arms crossed, one hand wrapped in a support brace, having twisted it in his fall down the stairs* I hate this! I want to go home, Scott! Was in the hospital for two days, been here for three, and cant bloody-well fly for another two! Im sick of this! I want to go home, I want to be where its warm, I want to be able to sleep off my migraines in my own bloody bed!! Why am I always the one who gets hurt, in the most useless way, I might add!! Six weeks in a cast, and another two on the crutches still afterwards! I hate this!! *Glares slit-eyed at his brothers through another headache, his leg throbbing and his head making him feel sick* This is your fault, Scott! If you hadve listened I never wouldve been on my own!!! *Closes his eyes and breaths out, muttering an apology to Scott, who had been with him for the last few days* Sorry Big Brother, I didnt mean it. Just feel like crap is all...
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 09:36:35 +0000
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