May 29, 2018 13:38:56 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 29, 2018 13:38:56 GMT
While staring at the I.V. dripping, Luke was lost in thought. Thoughts about what was happening to him, why him? Trying to grasp what the meaning of being a meta one was confusing, what ability was this that allowed him to heal other but hurt himself? He didn't get it, nor did he get how any of it worked and that scared him. Being scared for a hard core cop was not something he would admit to anyone. His best friend did not need for him to tell her that he was scared, she knew it and suggested in a way demanding him to contact the people at MNRU. He knew she cared and he would contact them in his own time. Before leaving him, she reminded him "No matter what, you are still you, you care about others, that will never change. You just remember that!" with that she left him alone in the hospital room.
After some sleep, he stared at the MNRU number for some time before calling it and telling them about what was going on with him. They set an appointment up for the next day at the Institute. They would arrange for him to get discharged early with the hospital. Laying back, he thought that wasn't so hard and that maybe these people at MNRU could give him some answers to this power of him, like how it works and all.
The next morning the nurses gave discharge instructions on treating his broken arm that was simply put in a ridged, padded splint and with an arm sling. He was given a scrip for pain meds but would never fill it because it was a narcotic, it would interfer with his work. (Luke had seen a few fellow co-workers get addicted to narc's prescribed for their injuries and was not going to follow down that road.) Once settled with the hospital doctors and nurses, he got dressed and called for an UBER to bring him home.
At home he poured a small amount of whisky into a glass with ice, sitting down on the couch with his glass in his hand, he wondered about this place he would be going to. His thoughts were cut short when the phone rang, it was the auto repair, they told him, his car would be ready the next morning and they asked if he would need a ride to the place. He said yes to the ride and discussed costs and what repairs were done before hanging up the phone.
Getting up he winced as his arm still hurt, going into the bathroom he would take 4 advil with a good swig of his drink, finishing it off. He went into the kitchen simply rised the glass out before putting it upside down to dry on the counter. He packed a backpack for his trip. Going to the window he looked out at the sunshine, the birds and all about before his cell peeped with a reminder of the upcoming flight.
Again he would can an UBER and gave the directions to the driver to the airport. when they landed in San Francisco he called another UBER and set off for the MNRU. Once there the kind receptionist would give him some paperwork and have him sit and wait to be called.
After some sleep, he stared at the MNRU number for some time before calling it and telling them about what was going on with him. They set an appointment up for the next day at the Institute. They would arrange for him to get discharged early with the hospital. Laying back, he thought that wasn't so hard and that maybe these people at MNRU could give him some answers to this power of him, like how it works and all.
The next morning the nurses gave discharge instructions on treating his broken arm that was simply put in a ridged, padded splint and with an arm sling. He was given a scrip for pain meds but would never fill it because it was a narcotic, it would interfer with his work. (Luke had seen a few fellow co-workers get addicted to narc's prescribed for their injuries and was not going to follow down that road.) Once settled with the hospital doctors and nurses, he got dressed and called for an UBER to bring him home.
At home he poured a small amount of whisky into a glass with ice, sitting down on the couch with his glass in his hand, he wondered about this place he would be going to. His thoughts were cut short when the phone rang, it was the auto repair, they told him, his car would be ready the next morning and they asked if he would need a ride to the place. He said yes to the ride and discussed costs and what repairs were done before hanging up the phone.
Getting up he winced as his arm still hurt, going into the bathroom he would take 4 advil with a good swig of his drink, finishing it off. He went into the kitchen simply rised the glass out before putting it upside down to dry on the counter. He packed a backpack for his trip. Going to the window he looked out at the sunshine, the birds and all about before his cell peeped with a reminder of the upcoming flight.
Again he would can an UBER and gave the directions to the driver to the airport. when they landed in San Francisco he called another UBER and set off for the MNRU. Once there the kind receptionist would give him some paperwork and have him sit and wait to be called.
