KH-3 High School

Will sat up instantly. "No! Don't tell her, she'll say I was stupid for doing it!" He roared, ribs pressing further. He didn't feel the pain, just adrenaline flowing through his veins.

 

A doctor picked Will up, who had fallen asleep, and asked. "Is there anyone who would like to come with this boy?" She and another doctor set Will onto a stretcher.

 

"Well ggot the football team back." Nicole said walking in wit hthe marching band.

"Oh yeah I got them back good, hehehehehe..." Nicole said doing a small little evil kind of laugh. The band did as well.

"Oh and heal up good, you should be better in 3 months, that'll give me enough time to think about things." Nicole said to Will with a wink.

 

The doctor looked at Nicole. "He may be longer. Four ribs punctured his lung, probably from a kick to the ribs. Also his arm was recently pulled out of socket, put back in a few minutes ago probably. I doubt he'll be back to normal. Might lose one lung." She explained.

 

"Hello?" A gruntled voice rasped. Will's lung was still becoming accustomed to the new body and the lungs were still pushed a bit by the ribs. He had gotten them set to their proper position last month.

 

Will's laugh was rough. His throat sounded dry. "15 minutes, why? Oh yeah, party tommorow, at my house. My uncle's cooking with... an old friend of his. You and Leah will like it." His voice rasped.

 

Will laughed, thoughts drifting back to his uncles offer when he had left four months ago. "You knock that football player out and I'll get Gordon Ramsey and Emeril to cook for us." He laughed at the thought.

 

~Leah was sparwled out on her bed reading some books. She had just gotten back from the hospital after visiting Will. She was glad that he was finally getting out today. Will had told her about the party at his house and she was looking foward to going.~
Leah: Hmm...I wonder what I should wear. Maybe that new shirt mom bought me?

 

Will finally strode out of the hospital into the cold air. It was starting to snow. "Wow... it's almost my birthday again! How'd I forget that?" He muttered, striding around town. He had been bedridden for four months, he needed to stretch. He ended up at the mall, seeing Rilo in the arcade. "Hey man, guess who can walk again!" Will joked to his old friend.

 

OOC: You can't really lose one lung without being put on an oxygen tank, you know that right?

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Nicole sat at home. She had finnally got rid of her phone. It has been 4 months and it seems like every boy in the school was waiting for her to relax, but now they were calling, and she knew they all knew since Will was in the hospital, they could get a chance with her. She has said no to all of them. The phone rang and she hope her mother wouldn't pick it up.

"Nicole! Phone!" Her mother called up. Nicole sighed.

"Tell them I'm not here!" Nicole yelled back.

"It's Ty." Her mother said standing at the door way.

"Oh..." she said. She went and grabbed the phone.

"Hey." Nicole said to Ty on the other line.

 

"Oh, hi Will! I heard you were in hospital! I'm sorry that i can't visited you." said Rilo when he looked to Will that came to him. "Oh yeah, i just from hospital too. I always get that disease, because i always tired. Maybe i should not get to the Arcade sometime." said Rilo

 

Will shrugged. "C'mon, they just added one of those House of the Dead games. Let's go try it!" He said. It felt good to stretch and walk. The doctors said the ribs had poked into the lungs barely, doing little damage.

>The post said he might lose a lung...<

 

"Well I can't really talk about this right now, and you can't breathe a word to Will, but if he really really truely apologizes what he did and if he asks me I might consider going out with him, but you can't tell him or it's a for sure no, and I'll find out if you did I have sources everywhere." Nicole said to Ty. She grabbed her messenger bag and threw it over her shoulder.

 

Will slowed his stride through the arcade, passing right by the new machine. "I need to talk to Nicole but I haven't talked to her the whole four months, should I? No, she probably hates you for fighting Brad!" His mind fought itself, racking his skull.