Adventures in Patriotism II:
"You owe me you bastard," The Suffra muttered under his breathe as he went to start the car
He gets to go to sleep when HIS girlfriend hurt herself on HIS watch I thought as I cleared coffee cups from the front seat, grabbing my pack of cigarettes of the seat and shoving them into my shirt pocket.
The night sky was fogged up with the afterglow of hundreds of home fireworks display. I stared at the front door, waiting. Like watching a microwave tick down, expecting the second to pass to soon... it's the anticipation that kills. It's almost as if I didn't want to see... The scene of the accident was grotesque, and the sounds of wailing coming from the upstairs bathroom, while Suffbro ran in and out slamming doors, bringing fresh towels.
Suffbro lead her out of the front door, not that she had trouble keeping balance... she just couldn't get her bearings well with a beach blanket wrapped turban style around her head. The fact that the towel was covering her eyes probably didn't help with her navigation either, but that was The Suffra's request... Cover anything that could possibly bleed, expel any type of liquid onto the Sentra, and try to stop her from crying... that would explain the ball gag...
Suffbro sat her on the car seat, "Suffra, DON'T STOP ANYWHERE ON THE WAY...”
My sarcasm kicked on like a knee-jerk reaction, I stared at the blood mummy sitting next to me, "Like where? OTB?"
Suffbro, visibly upset, "Don't act like you wouldn't ass fuck, “the catching his breath turned to the blood mummy, "Blood Mummy, I want you to know that whatever happens to you in that hospital it will in NO WAY affect our morrow."
"What THE FUCK YOU!?," She muffle screamed from beneath the ball gag, and began to wail deeper.
"OH LOOK WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID," I screamed over the deep sobs, "tighten the gag another notch."
The ride to the hospital with the blood mummy was uneventful. The road was littered with the cardboard shells of kid's dynamite. Cops trolled the darkened back streets looking for those few kids who spent enough money to keep blowing fireworks this close to dawn. And most importantly, the Blood Mummy wailed like a five year old in a restaurant for the entire drive. I consider myself an emphatic being, that's why I waited five minutes into the steady wailing before I began chainsmoking and cursing at her over her screams.
The hospital was just where I left it, just as I left it, the sterile lighting buzzed down on the sea of misfortune that was the waiting room. I pointed the Mummy towards the sign in desk and stared out at the waiting room.
Primtime I thought staring out at the crowd of eight year olds with their mom's holding sandwich bags filled with ice and missing digits, and a good amount of adults, much more mature, and able to hold their own sandwich bags.
"M- U- M- M- Y" I heard from behind me, turning to see the blood mummy still leaning on the part of the vending machine she walked straight into, trying to elicit a response. I ran up behind her and lead her to the real sign in desk, and of course signed her in.
"So what exactly happened," underpaid overworked nurse lady directed the question at me, eyeballing the bloody beach towel, and poking at the ball gag.
"She fell down," I said, "hit her head."
The nurse wrote down "beaten by Suffra,"
... "You know me?" I said slightly confused, "and I'm considered a condition?" I went on slightly flattered...
The nurse finished up checking up on the Mummy.
"You better keep your head down," she said,
"There's a room full of emergency room doctors who'd like to thank you for the overtime pay"
"understood," I said knocking my lit cigarette into the trash, "that should be adequate disguise," Reached towards my lips and experienced my first phantom pains.
We headed back to the waiting room and sat.
"You think it'll be long?" The Mummy asked.
I looked out at the waiting room once again. With all those lost limbs out there, I was sure her head wound guaranteed her to wait till sunrise, but I couldn't tell her that in her condition...
"Yea good luck getting in there before dawn asshole," I muttered through my teeth, "There are dying people here not getting a chance to go in."
"HEY SHUT UP ASSHOLE, WE'LL SURVIVE JUST FINE."
I grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of my front pocket, "yeah good luck with that," rising from my chair, "K' mummy don't move, I'm going for a smoke."
To be continued (yeah that's right... again)
"You owe me you bastard," The Suffra muttered under his breathe as he went to start the car
He gets to go to sleep when HIS girlfriend hurt herself on HIS watch I thought as I cleared coffee cups from the front seat, grabbing my pack of cigarettes of the seat and shoving them into my shirt pocket.
The night sky was fogged up with the afterglow of hundreds of home fireworks display. I stared at the front door, waiting. Like watching a microwave tick down, expecting the second to pass to soon... it's the anticipation that kills. It's almost as if I didn't want to see... The scene of the accident was grotesque, and the sounds of wailing coming from the upstairs bathroom, while Suffbro ran in and out slamming doors, bringing fresh towels.
Suffbro lead her out of the front door, not that she had trouble keeping balance... she just couldn't get her bearings well with a beach blanket wrapped turban style around her head. The fact that the towel was covering her eyes probably didn't help with her navigation either, but that was The Suffra's request... Cover anything that could possibly bleed, expel any type of liquid onto the Sentra, and try to stop her from crying... that would explain the ball gag...
Suffbro sat her on the car seat, "Suffra, DON'T STOP ANYWHERE ON THE WAY...”
My sarcasm kicked on like a knee-jerk reaction, I stared at the blood mummy sitting next to me, "Like where? OTB?"
Suffbro, visibly upset, "Don't act like you wouldn't ass fuck, “the catching his breath turned to the blood mummy, "Blood Mummy, I want you to know that whatever happens to you in that hospital it will in NO WAY affect our morrow."
"What THE FUCK YOU!?," She muffle screamed from beneath the ball gag, and began to wail deeper.
"OH LOOK WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID," I screamed over the deep sobs, "tighten the gag another notch."
The ride to the hospital with the blood mummy was uneventful. The road was littered with the cardboard shells of kid's dynamite. Cops trolled the darkened back streets looking for those few kids who spent enough money to keep blowing fireworks this close to dawn. And most importantly, the Blood Mummy wailed like a five year old in a restaurant for the entire drive. I consider myself an emphatic being, that's why I waited five minutes into the steady wailing before I began chainsmoking and cursing at her over her screams.
The hospital was just where I left it, just as I left it, the sterile lighting buzzed down on the sea of misfortune that was the waiting room. I pointed the Mummy towards the sign in desk and stared out at the waiting room.
Primtime I thought staring out at the crowd of eight year olds with their mom's holding sandwich bags filled with ice and missing digits, and a good amount of adults, much more mature, and able to hold their own sandwich bags.
"M- U- M- M- Y" I heard from behind me, turning to see the blood mummy still leaning on the part of the vending machine she walked straight into, trying to elicit a response. I ran up behind her and lead her to the real sign in desk, and of course signed her in.
"So what exactly happened," underpaid overworked nurse lady directed the question at me, eyeballing the bloody beach towel, and poking at the ball gag.
"She fell down," I said, "hit her head."
The nurse wrote down "beaten by Suffra,"
... "You know me?" I said slightly confused, "and I'm considered a condition?" I went on slightly flattered...
The nurse finished up checking up on the Mummy.
"You better keep your head down," she said,
"There's a room full of emergency room doctors who'd like to thank you for the overtime pay"
"understood," I said knocking my lit cigarette into the trash, "that should be adequate disguise," Reached towards my lips and experienced my first phantom pains.
We headed back to the waiting room and sat.
"You think it'll be long?" The Mummy asked.
I looked out at the waiting room once again. With all those lost limbs out there, I was sure her head wound guaranteed her to wait till sunrise, but I couldn't tell her that in her condition...
"Yea good luck getting in there before dawn asshole," I muttered through my teeth, "There are dying people here not getting a chance to go in."
"HEY SHUT UP ASSHOLE, WE'LL SURVIVE JUST FINE."
I grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of my front pocket, "yeah good luck with that," rising from my chair, "K' mummy don't move, I'm going for a smoke."
To be continued (yeah that's right... again)
