My Dad's Friend: 69

JARVIS POINT OF VIEW

I curled up my knees to my chest, disregarding the pungent pain from my thigh, rolled in a white bandage, fresh blood already drenching it, it had been only two hours since the nurse changed and it was already ruddy. 

Maybe because I was fretting and emphasizing it too much, dismissing the continuous warning of the doctor to keep the leg stretched, even with the red flag of disability over my head, I couldn't stop myself from toiling, fussing, fearing. I wrapped my arms around my legs, hugging them close to my chest.

I could feel fear squirming through my veins, anxiety, I twitched internally. I could feel my eyes trying to flutter shut every chance they get but I struggled to keep them open, soldered to the door, waiting, anticipating it to open any time soon.

It had been more than twenty-four hours already, what was taking them so long to get he