Chapter Seven
MARCO
Two Months Ago
Fuck! I am in so much goddamn pain. The doctors predict I will make a full recovery but they can’t be sure, and right now, I can’t imagine ever being fully recovered.
My arm is almost healed completely—they took the cast off at the doctor’s appointment yesterday.
My ribs and shoulder are also close to being healed.
I’m still sore where the ribs were broken, but that’s not the problem. The problem is my back.
When the Porsche flipped, I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt, so I flew out of the vehicle while it was in motion. My back hit the concrete and I now have a herniated disc which is pressing on the nerves causing the pain to run from my ass down my leg.
The doctors are trying to treat the herniated disk with pain meds and chiropractic therapy before they go in to do surgery. Because of this herniated disk, I can’t be cleared to workout at all. So, I’m stuck at home, not able to do shit all fucking day long.
When I told the doctor the pain meds weren’t working, he upped my dose. The next time I told him, he told me he couldn’t up the dose and to try using cold and hot compressions. What I want to do is take the cold and hot compression packs and shove them up his fucking ass.
I know I shouldn’t be complaining. It could be worse, especially since I wasn’t wearing a seatbelt.
I could be in a fucking coma like Logan is.
The thought of my best friend stuck in a hospital, unable to wake up, makes me sick.
When the car flipped, he wasn’t wearing his seatbelt either, and when he got flung from the vehicle, he hit his head hard.
There was swelling in his brain and he went into a coma while being operated on.
While there’s still brain function, the doctors can’t say if or when he will wake up.
My phone rings and it’s Janell. I might not be in any place to have sex yet, but she sure as fuck gives good head.
“Yeah.”
“What’s wrong baby?” Her voice is high pitched and gives me a headache. I prefer her not talking, which means her mouth stays around my cock as much as possible.
“I’m in fucking pain, Janell.”
“I can bring you something for that…” She’s told me this same thing numerous times, and every time so far, I’ve turned her down. I don’t want to become a druggy like my biological mom.
But how the hell am I ever supposed to get back to fighting if I can’t get cleared because of the fucking pain I’m in?
“Okay,” I tell her, then hang up without waiting for a response.
About thirty minutes later she knocks on my door then lets herself in. Mathias is at work, as usual, so it’s just us.
“I brought you a couple different things to try,” she says, waggling her eyebrows. Janell has bragged several times that her brother is a huge drug dealer and can get her anything she wants. She doesn’t do a lot of drugs when we hang out, but I know through friends of ours she can party hard.
“I have coke, OxyContin, and Percocet.” She hands me three baggies.
“My brother also gave me some heroin.” She places a foiled square on the table.
“What the fuck, Janell! I’m not shooting up.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “There are other ways to do heroin. It’s a powder so you can heat it up in the foil and inhale it, or you can sniff it like you would coke. No needles necessary.”
“I’m not doing coke or heroin.” I grab the two baggies with pills from the table and decide on the Oxy. It’s one step up from the shit my doctor prescribed me. I open the baggy and pop two of the pills into my mouth praying for some relief from this pain.
I close my eyes and let the drugs do their job and soon the numbness begins to take over.
Maybe for a little bit all the pain will go away.
I’ll forget my best friend is in a fucking coma, that I can’t fight, that Bella didn’t even bother to come see me in the fucking hospital.
Maybe for just a little while I can forget it all.
I feel Janell’s hands wandering up my leg, but I am finally at peace for the moment.
“Go away,” I tell her before falling asleep.