Oh, wow. Damn! That is a doozy of a headache. What in the hell? Ok, eyes open, have to get to the aspirin.
“Good morning. Glad you could join us today.”
“Um, yea. What….?”
“I am just here to get your vitals. Someone will be along shortly for anything else you need.”
Why am I in a hospital room? I hurt like hell, but a nurse? Tubes in my arm? Everything is fuzzy. What do I remember?
Ready for work as usual; oh hell. Big fight before I left, bitchin’ at me for drinking again. Great start to the day. Work was usual except for the phone calls; three if I remember correctly. All still complaining about the night before.
Met Tim and Rick at the sports bar after work, damn sure was not going home after being yelled at all day. She needs to give it a rest, I don’t drink that much. Watched most of the game, had a few beers, headed home. Nothing unusual there except that I stopped answering the calls. We would talk when I got home.
Then she started texting; she knows I hate that. Most of them I ignored, finally could not stand it anymore. I texted her that I would be home in a minute, looked up at the road…..
Dog, swerve, tree. Damn. That is the last thing I remember. How bad am I hurt? I seem to ache all over, but nothing seems to be moving when i want it to. Wait a minute.
Why isn’t she here?
Written for the Flashy Fiction prompt of ‘one thing leads to another.’
4 responses to “How Did I…..”
Good question. Why isn’t she there?
Guess I cut short the ending a bit too much. The intended message was that he had finally screwed up enough times that she stopped caring; even to the point of seeing him in the hospital…guess another sentence or two would be in order.
Yeah, where is she?
See reply to Alice – basically, she finally got tired of his s**t just when he needed her.