Hurt me one more time!

Olivia helps me into her room and onto the bed, turning the covers down so I can slide under them. Within minutes I'm dead to the world. Unfortunately I'm the type who rolls side to side in a strange bed, give or take an hour a scream splits the air. Olivia rushes in to find me on the floor, my broken wrist under me, the cast in two pieces.

Helping me to my up to sit on the bed Olivia checks me out, my hand is now hanging down at a 30 degree angle from the end of my arm and two of my fingers have the bone showing below between the first and second knuckle. Now she's squealing, apparently it only takes the sight of blood to make her squeal. Controlling herself she gets me dressed and half drags, half carries to the car as I'm passing in and out of consciousness.

Apparently it only take a bit of blood to make me pass in and out of conciousness.

Waking at the hospital again, my complete hand is in a short arm fiberglass cast and my fingers in a 3pp buddy loop style splint. Unlike last time I'm not in the emergency ward but in a semi private ward with four other beds. Olivia is in the chair to my left side, and looks up "Max you're awake, great! The doctor said that you would likely drift in and out."

"What happened?"

"You fell out of bed onto your broken wrist, adding two broken fingers this time!" Olivia stands up, walking around to the end of the bed. "Max, what say we call this date off before you end up a paraplegic or worst!" I can't say that I'm saddened by that, maybe it was the painkiller I was given earlier thought that made me feel that way.

As Olivia collects her purse and coat "Max, call me when your healed if you want to try another date!" With that she leaves and I drift back to sleep.