(Hmmm)
Morag is alone. Alone for the first time in months; theres no nurses and doctors poking their heads into his room. There's no Scotty who is always willing to butt in. There's no Jainie, Scotts' ex (thank goodness).
There's IS a fat blue cat with yellow eyes (he had been told) sitting on his chest. There is the neighbors in the other apartment who are arguing about the proper way to say croissant. There is the delivery guy who is on the phone asking for directions he doesn't have to deliver the Chinese food he didn't ask for -
Morag swallows his revulsion, "like I can't feed myself. " is grouched, pushing the cat off of himself, wiping the drool onto his pants before walking to the living room. The living room where a TV plays because he can't get it to turn off. The living room where he can hear the other neighbors' kid who has been screaming for five hours. The neighbors had left the kid with a babysitter who either doesn't know what she's doing, or just doesn't care. His head is pounding. "Come on-" is snarled as he picks up the phone he hasn't quite figured out how to dial.
"I'm coming!" Chirps the delivery guy, and Mor resists, barely, the urge to hang up. Then, the doorbell rings. "I'm here!" Mor opens the door, accepting the heavy bag of food that he knows he won't finish. "No it's paid for man-" says the teen when he tries to pay. "Got a tip too. See ya!"
"... yeah. " is grunted, shutting the door, sliding the bolt and leaning against it. Finally the neighbor kid is quiet, he can hear some cartoon playing, and he sighs, setting the food he isn't hungry for aside. When would Scott be back? Oh right. The vet had called to cancel as the recovery period was going to be longer. On the phone his friend was very loopy.. that was hours ago.. Morag sits at the table, head in hands and sighs. Prays for Emily to call.
Cuz when he's alone he gets in his head. Starts to think. Remember. And he can't handle another night of remembering --
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Scotts' phone had died shortly after the phone call to Morag and then ordering dinner sometime around noon. While the device was charging he'd been in PT, and gotten a shower. Seen the guy who'd started to fit the prosthesis onto his leg from the wheelchair and then the bed. Then, he'd slept until probably five at night, woken up by the charge nurse and his pain. "Dinner is in a few hours dear. Do you need anything?" Is asked and he shakes his head.
Hes tired of being woke up every few hours. Tired of the same three questions. Tired of - ... just tired. The veterinarian sets aside the book he'd briefly thumbed through and picks up the phone, turns it on. Scott gnaws at his lip, then, he sends a message, 'Hey Renee,'..