Life: The last RP I'll make ever

-I clench my side knowing some ribs are probably broken-

"Everyone okay?"

 

( I'm ok!)

 

()

 

I ignore Sal's question.

Damn it.. I could've dealt with all of them flawlessly if it wasn't for my left arm..

 

-I drive to the hospital-

"Are you men okay?"

-I help both of you out the car and the doctors/nurses took you both to the oerating room-

 

(operating*)

 

I jerk my arm back, forcing you to let go of my in the process. I start walking back towards the school to get my motorcycle.

 

-I resist the nurse for a few seconds. I ignore my pain and look at Lindsay-

"I am. I'm concerned about you though...You just came back and this is the first thing you go through..."

 

-I sigh-

Still an Ungrateful Jerk

-I smile at sal-

"Its okay...I'm used to it actually"

 

-I nod-

"Still...I'm sorry. When you get a chance come to the room I'm in."

-I let the nurse take me-

 

The blood from my left arm drips down to my hand and I look at it. I start walking to the nearest convenience store instead.

 

"Okay..."

-I smile. I think about Jay and sprint off to find him-

 

-She leads me into a room and I lay down on the bed. She starts patching up my scars-

 

I let out a deep breath, slightly dizzy from the loss of blood. I go to the convenience store, buying gauze and bandage tape. I go outside, taking my white tie off and my black dress-shirt. I wrap the bandage tape around the wound and over the gauze, tightly for the bleeding to stop. I endure the pain and continue.

 

Many scars from street fights are shown on my upper body as my shirt is off.

 

-I find him-

"Why dont you go get treated? The wounds will heal much faster and you wont have to feel much pain"

 

"Whatever.." I finish up and some blood already seeps through the tape. I put my shirt back on, buttoning it back on. I grab my tie off the floor and I start tying it around my collar.

 

-I cross my arms-

"Why wont you listen to me?! Stop being stubborn and go get treated!"

 

"I see you're still caring about me."
I half-smile and I move my left arm around to see that it's not broken. I look at my G-Shock watch.

"Didn't you want to go back to school? Let's go then. It's lunch time."

I walk past you, towards the direction of where our school it, with my hands in my pockets.

 

-She finishes and leaves the room. I lay back and relax the pain easing a little-