Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 11:25:25 GMT -5
Buck watched as Bubba set him on the couch. Then his brother was off again. Randi appeared and immediately got to work. She knelt down, tugged on his boot. Buck gripped the arm of the couch and gritted his teeth. She tugged the boot off. It felt tight. He doubt he could put it back on again. It had swelled and expanded, his ankle. Black and bruised.
He looked down on it. It was abnormal how much the ankle had swelled. His boot definetly wouldn't fit again. He remembered back when Boyd broke his foot the one summer, got it stuck in a root on a tree and went ass over end. Broke it in six places. "It needs to be elevated. Keep it raised, and don't move it," he said looking at Randi.
"Fuck it's that bad is it? But the buts stopped it from clamping down and breaking it fully. Fuck, fuck. I think it's sprained, definetly bruised. Fucking hurts like a mother fucker though." He gripped the couch. "Need something to get the swelling down. Don't know how much wrapping it will do. Not at this stage of the game."
He looked at Boyd as she spoke about him. "Both Brad and Bryce showing up. It's fucking crazy. I can't tell you I did not expect to see them come through the trees. Just as much shock stepping on that trap. Fuck this hurts." He looked down at it, "alright, alright, I'll lay down. Sitting up might be better, least whole I'm still awake."
He stood up, using the couch for support. Leaning on the couch to stand. He looked at Randi, "can you support some of my weight. I don't want us both falling over. We have to have crutches here. When Beau gets back, or Bubba comes out, get them to grab some. Lord knows we have enough of them lying around somewhere. How many breaks we had over the years."
Buck leaned on her, hobbling along. He had to kind of hop, couldn't put support on his foot at all. He had to stop every so often, regain balance and support. But when he was was ready to get going again he nodded. Finally they made it to the master bedroom. It was big, and he had to stop before going in. This was his mother's room, now randi's room.
He took a seat on the bed and Randi propped up his leg. He used pillows for his back, bunching blanket sand towels under hismelf for support. He gritted his teeth. It fuckig hurt. "Do we got anything for the pain? Booze? Drugs? Meds? Anyhing? Fucking hurts Randi." He laid back, looking at the ceiling.
"Bryce was cut by Jude, you know the chef? The one mom would hire, Bubba's friend. Apparently he found us, or stumbled upon us. Guess he didn't forgive us for kicking his ass. You remember when this started? Mom, she had us kick him out. Beat the shit out of him and shut the door. Well he came at us, at Bubba. Took a few good swings. So beau and Bryce haul him back. Little bigger grabs a knife, slashed Bryce across the chest. He was bleeding, bad. We knew we didn't have the supplies. So Brad and Beau took him to find some. The old vet clinic. One Maddie worked at."
He looked at her. "Jude is here. He's knocked out. Bubba is with him. Took him to hai room. You know these too. Bubba isn't gonna let anyone near him. He'll keep him in there till he knows he's okay. And will fight anyone who says otherwise."
He looked down on it. It was abnormal how much the ankle had swelled. His boot definetly wouldn't fit again. He remembered back when Boyd broke his foot the one summer, got it stuck in a root on a tree and went ass over end. Broke it in six places. "It needs to be elevated. Keep it raised, and don't move it," he said looking at Randi.
"Fuck it's that bad is it? But the buts stopped it from clamping down and breaking it fully. Fuck, fuck. I think it's sprained, definetly bruised. Fucking hurts like a mother fucker though." He gripped the couch. "Need something to get the swelling down. Don't know how much wrapping it will do. Not at this stage of the game."
He looked at Boyd as she spoke about him. "Both Brad and Bryce showing up. It's fucking crazy. I can't tell you I did not expect to see them come through the trees. Just as much shock stepping on that trap. Fuck this hurts." He looked down at it, "alright, alright, I'll lay down. Sitting up might be better, least whole I'm still awake."
He stood up, using the couch for support. Leaning on the couch to stand. He looked at Randi, "can you support some of my weight. I don't want us both falling over. We have to have crutches here. When Beau gets back, or Bubba comes out, get them to grab some. Lord knows we have enough of them lying around somewhere. How many breaks we had over the years."
Buck leaned on her, hobbling along. He had to kind of hop, couldn't put support on his foot at all. He had to stop every so often, regain balance and support. But when he was was ready to get going again he nodded. Finally they made it to the master bedroom. It was big, and he had to stop before going in. This was his mother's room, now randi's room.
He took a seat on the bed and Randi propped up his leg. He used pillows for his back, bunching blanket sand towels under hismelf for support. He gritted his teeth. It fuckig hurt. "Do we got anything for the pain? Booze? Drugs? Meds? Anyhing? Fucking hurts Randi." He laid back, looking at the ceiling.
"Bryce was cut by Jude, you know the chef? The one mom would hire, Bubba's friend. Apparently he found us, or stumbled upon us. Guess he didn't forgive us for kicking his ass. You remember when this started? Mom, she had us kick him out. Beat the shit out of him and shut the door. Well he came at us, at Bubba. Took a few good swings. So beau and Bryce haul him back. Little bigger grabs a knife, slashed Bryce across the chest. He was bleeding, bad. We knew we didn't have the supplies. So Brad and Beau took him to find some. The old vet clinic. One Maddie worked at."
He looked at her. "Jude is here. He's knocked out. Bubba is with him. Took him to hai room. You know these too. Bubba isn't gonna let anyone near him. He'll keep him in there till he knows he's okay. And will fight anyone who says otherwise."