Hello My Hate
Chapter Four
~*~Carly’s POV~*~ “With help and a lot of pain unfortunately,” Andy responds.
“Perfect,” I reply, slowly and carefully pushing myself to my feet as Christian hands me a pair of extremely long black skinny jeans, a black tee-shirt and a black hoody with ‘Outlaw’ embroidered on the front. I hold the jeans out in front of me before laughing softly for a second. “Who has the gazelle legs that wear these?”
“Those are mine actually,” Andy states. “I was the closest in waist size.”
“Well thank you,” I reply with a smile before blushing in embarrassment as I realize I desperately need help getting dressed.
“Come on guys,” Andy says. “CC needs to help her get ready.”
“Thank you,” I mouth towards him, causing him to smile and nod before he leads everybody but Christian out of the room. “So...CC huh?”
“Stands for Christian Coma,” he explains walking over to where I was now standing, slowly opening the back of my hospital gown and helping me pull it off, leaving me in my bra and panties as he carefully kneels in front of m, clearly noticing all the marks and bruises covering my body, his jaw visibly clenching as he helps me put my pants oN. The painful movements and strenuous activity leaving me trembling softly and breathless. “Almost done Carly,” he whispers, pulling the pants up as high as possible as I nod, unable to do much more than that at the moment. “Our next day off we will go full out wardrobe shopping. Right now you’re going to have to get by with whatever Sammi and John were able to find at Wal-Mart.” He explains as he stands up and helps me into the shirt and hoodie.
“CC, it’s okay,” I say grabbing his hand and squeezing softly. “I’m going to be fine. I don’t care about clothes or labels, I just really need some bras and panties and some loose stuff like sweat. You have all already seen me at possibly my worst, there’s nothing that is going to upset me clothing wise. I’m just happy to be alive.”
“Jesus Carly, I missed you so much,” he whispers before sitting on my bed, shaking his head slightly.
“I missed you more,” I said as I gently rubbed his shoulder, wincing softly from the sudden movement against my ribs.
“Oh shit, how are you going to be able to live on our tour bus?” he states, panicking as he bolts from the bed as somebody knocks on the door. Before they tapped a fourth time Christian had the door wide open revealing a nurse holding a weird black fabric covered contraption.
“Hello Carly, the Doctor wanted me to come and get you all wrapped up and braced before you leave,” she says as she walks into the room. “Mister Mora, you and your friends will have to help her do this to avoid further damaging her ribs. I would suggest getting them in here.”
“We already are here,” Ashley says from the open doorway with the others.
“Well then perfect. Come on in,” she says, motioning for them to enter as I concentrate on breathing through the pain. “Have any of your previously injured your ribs?”
“I have,” Andy says. “I tried to jump from one marble pillar to another and ended up landing on my ribs instead.”
“Smart one,” I state, bracing my hands on the bed behind me.
“I see, well as horrifying as that sounds. Picture that pain and then triple it along both sides. That is what Carly feels every time she moves.”
“Jesus,” Andy whispers as he looks over at me. “I’d be dead...”
“Nah, you’d just be homicidal,” I state with a smile before letting out a long breath quietly.
“Before we go any further I need to know if she will be able to live on the tour bus. I mean I don’t want it to hurt her more,” CC says.
“Oh, she’ll be fine given she doesn’t try to do anything too strenuous and relaxes. But for the next six weeks or so, flying is completely impossible for her. The pressure on her ribs and liver that would come from flying would cause the worst pain in the world and there is also the rare possibility that it would cause more damage and perhaps even death,” the nurse explains non-chalantly with a shrug.
“Well that sounds like fun,” I hiss out, glaring at the nurse. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, can we get this contraption on before I lose my mind? That would be just super-duper.”
“Miss Mora, if you would like I can have some pain relief brought in for you.”
“No thanks,” I state, shaking my head. “I will avoid that shit at all costs.”
“Really, you could use some to calm you down and make this easier.”
“Respectfully, I am refusing. Pain medication took my mother from me, so I would rather not follow in her footsteps.”
“Her father was an alcoholic and her mother was a drug addict,” CC explains.
“Oh, I see. Well, in that case, let’s get on with this,” the nurse says, holding up the brace. Within twenty minutes she has the contraption on and secured firmly around my body and all the guys now know how to help me in and out of it. “Comfortable Carly?”
“I feel like I am in a corset,” I state, rubbing my hands against the fabric.
“Good, that is how it is supposed to feel.”
“And to think, this was a fashion.”
“Darling, a rib brace is fashion.” Ashley says in a mocking British accent causing me to chuckle softly as the nurse leaves the room.
“Let’s do this Carly,” CC states stepping forward, a bright smile on his face. It’s hard to believe the roller coaster ride that my life has been. I am sure that this chapter of it won’t be much different. Hell...I’m back with my brother that my parents couldn’t give me.
“Perfect,” I reply, slowly and carefully pushing myself to my feet as Christian hands me a pair of extremely long black skinny jeans, a black tee-shirt and a black hoody with ‘Outlaw’ embroidered on the front. I hold the jeans out in front of me before laughing softly for a second. “Who has the gazelle legs that wear these?”
“Those are mine actually,” Andy states. “I was the closest in waist size.”
“Well thank you,” I reply with a smile before blushing in embarrassment as I realize I desperately need help getting dressed.
“Come on guys,” Andy says. “CC needs to help her get ready.”
“Thank you,” I mouth towards him, causing him to smile and nod before he leads everybody but Christian out of the room. “So...CC huh?”
“Stands for Christian Coma,” he explains walking over to where I was now standing, slowly opening the back of my hospital gown and helping me pull it off, leaving me in my bra and panties as he carefully kneels in front of m, clearly noticing all the marks and bruises covering my body, his jaw visibly clenching as he helps me put my pants oN. The painful movements and strenuous activity leaving me trembling softly and breathless. “Almost done Carly,” he whispers, pulling the pants up as high as possible as I nod, unable to do much more than that at the moment. “Our next day off we will go full out wardrobe shopping. Right now you’re going to have to get by with whatever Sammi and John were able to find at Wal-Mart.” He explains as he stands up and helps me into the shirt and hoodie.
“CC, it’s okay,” I say grabbing his hand and squeezing softly. “I’m going to be fine. I don’t care about clothes or labels, I just really need some bras and panties and some loose stuff like sweat. You have all already seen me at possibly my worst, there’s nothing that is going to upset me clothing wise. I’m just happy to be alive.”
“Jesus Carly, I missed you so much,” he whispers before sitting on my bed, shaking his head slightly.
“I missed you more,” I said as I gently rubbed his shoulder, wincing softly from the sudden movement against my ribs.
“Oh shit, how are you going to be able to live on our tour bus?” he states, panicking as he bolts from the bed as somebody knocks on the door. Before they tapped a fourth time Christian had the door wide open revealing a nurse holding a weird black fabric covered contraption.
“Hello Carly, the Doctor wanted me to come and get you all wrapped up and braced before you leave,” she says as she walks into the room. “Mister Mora, you and your friends will have to help her do this to avoid further damaging her ribs. I would suggest getting them in here.”
“We already are here,” Ashley says from the open doorway with the others.
“Well then perfect. Come on in,” she says, motioning for them to enter as I concentrate on breathing through the pain. “Have any of your previously injured your ribs?”
“I have,” Andy says. “I tried to jump from one marble pillar to another and ended up landing on my ribs instead.”
“Smart one,” I state, bracing my hands on the bed behind me.
“I see, well as horrifying as that sounds. Picture that pain and then triple it along both sides. That is what Carly feels every time she moves.”
“Jesus,” Andy whispers as he looks over at me. “I’d be dead...”
“Nah, you’d just be homicidal,” I state with a smile before letting out a long breath quietly.
“Before we go any further I need to know if she will be able to live on the tour bus. I mean I don’t want it to hurt her more,” CC says.
“Oh, she’ll be fine given she doesn’t try to do anything too strenuous and relaxes. But for the next six weeks or so, flying is completely impossible for her. The pressure on her ribs and liver that would come from flying would cause the worst pain in the world and there is also the rare possibility that it would cause more damage and perhaps even death,” the nurse explains non-chalantly with a shrug.
“Well that sounds like fun,” I hiss out, glaring at the nurse. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, can we get this contraption on before I lose my mind? That would be just super-duper.”
“Miss Mora, if you would like I can have some pain relief brought in for you.”
“No thanks,” I state, shaking my head. “I will avoid that shit at all costs.”
“Really, you could use some to calm you down and make this easier.”
“Respectfully, I am refusing. Pain medication took my mother from me, so I would rather not follow in her footsteps.”
“Her father was an alcoholic and her mother was a drug addict,” CC explains.
“Oh, I see. Well, in that case, let’s get on with this,” the nurse says, holding up the brace. Within twenty minutes she has the contraption on and secured firmly around my body and all the guys now know how to help me in and out of it. “Comfortable Carly?”
“I feel like I am in a corset,” I state, rubbing my hands against the fabric.
“Good, that is how it is supposed to feel.”
“And to think, this was a fashion.”
“Darling, a rib brace is fashion.” Ashley says in a mocking British accent causing me to chuckle softly as the nurse leaves the room.
“Let’s do this Carly,” CC states stepping forward, a bright smile on his face. It’s hard to believe the roller coaster ride that my life has been. I am sure that this chapter of it won’t be much different. Hell...I’m back with my brother that my parents couldn’t give me.
Notes
Author's Note:
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