this!”
Ben’s eyes twinkle mischievously as he replies, “I think that can be arranged, too.”
Before another word of complaint can exit my mouth, we’re bursting out of the room, and the wheels of my wheelchair are spinning faster than my eyes can see. We earn a glare from a middle-aged nurse who is tall, angular, and doesn’t look like she’s ever enjoyed anything whatsoever in her life. From the nurse who gave me the shot, we get a huge smile and a twitch around the mouth as if she’s about to burst out laughing.
Although I don’t approve of the way that my friends forced me to do this, it’s still really fun to go whizzing down the hallways like normal teenagers. Anyways, we’re having a blast and hurtling around corners at breakneck speeds when I realize that we’re making our way UP the ship.
I suddenly screech, “You’re NOT going to make me fall for THAT low down trick, BENJAMIN CLORCAY! How DARE you!”
The wheelchair stops rapidly, and a nurse who was about to come out of a nearby room gives us such a scorching glare that I can practically feel the nearby plant withering.
She walks out, muttering under her breath something about ‘young punks’ and ‘never worked a decent day in their lives’.
I can’t control myself as I start giggling uncontrollably… and Ben takes advantage of my momentary distraction and goes into a full out sprint. Before I can say ‘stop’, we’re at the top; we must’ve already gone most of the way.
My breath catches in my mouth as he brings my wheelchair so close to the edge of the ship thingy that, with one wrong move, I would go plummeting to my doom.
I scream in his ear, “Benjamin Clorclay! Bring me further away from the edge now, or so help me, I will DEAFEN you with my screams!”
Another, younger nurse nearby seems torn between laughing or forcing us away from the edge. I continue yelling at him until he brings me a good fifteen feet away.
He looks at me reproachfully, rubbing his eardrums. “I’m going to need help…” he mutters ruefully.
A nurse who had just came up nearby and must have only heard the word ‘help’ spots Ben and runs to his side, dragging him towards the stairs she had come up. “What do you need help with? Appendicitis? An ear infection? What?”
He waves her away somehow before coming back. “If you weren’t an invalid,” he begins. I scoff, but he continues, “I would give you a taste of your own medicine.”
I snort. Yeah, right. High female voices incessantly screaming in your ear are worse than male voices.
“As it is, you are an invalid, so it’ll have to wait.”
I groan. “I’m no invalid… I just have... ah.. injuries that temporarily incapacitate me.”
He laughs. “Invalid.”
Aria and Lily are both doubled up with laughter nearby.
I mumble under my breath, “Not.”
“You are too.” He abruptly begins wheeling me back down the ramp we’d come up and I fall silent, enjoying the breeze.
When we come back into the room, a very disapproving older nurse with a mouth thinner than I thought a mouth could ever be greets us. I adopt an air similar to the one a teenager who had been caught by his parents stumbling in at 6:30 AM would use.
“You were gone for fifteen and a half minutes. Exactly 30 seconds more than I allowed you.” An ominous glint in her eyes shows me she’s seriously mad about the extra 30 seconds.
“I, uh, uhm…” Aria trails off and I can tell she’s trying not to laugh.
Ben helps out by saying quietly, “Sorry, ma’am. It won’t happen again.” A slight twitching around the corners of his mouth is all that betrays how close he is to giggling like a three year old being tickled.
“See that it doesn’t, young man,” she says. She sort of nods as she does this, as if agreeing with herself.
My mouth twitches for a split second, but then my ‘magic’ bed easily
Ben’s eyes twinkle mischievously as he replies, “I think that can be arranged, too.”
Before another word of complaint can exit my mouth, we’re bursting out of the room, and the wheels of my wheelchair are spinning faster than my eyes can see. We earn a glare from a middle-aged nurse who is tall, angular, and doesn’t look like she’s ever enjoyed anything whatsoever in her life. From the nurse who gave me the shot, we get a huge smile and a twitch around the mouth as if she’s about to burst out laughing.
Although I don’t approve of the way that my friends forced me to do this, it’s still really fun to go whizzing down the hallways like normal teenagers. Anyways, we’re having a blast and hurtling around corners at breakneck speeds when I realize that we’re making our way UP the ship.
I suddenly screech, “You’re NOT going to make me fall for THAT low down trick, BENJAMIN CLORCAY! How DARE you!”
The wheelchair stops rapidly, and a nurse who was about to come out of a nearby room gives us such a scorching glare that I can practically feel the nearby plant withering.
She walks out, muttering under her breath something about ‘young punks’ and ‘never worked a decent day in their lives’.
I can’t control myself as I start giggling uncontrollably… and Ben takes advantage of my momentary distraction and goes into a full out sprint. Before I can say ‘stop’, we’re at the top; we must’ve already gone most of the way.
My breath catches in my mouth as he brings my wheelchair so close to the edge of the ship thingy that, with one wrong move, I would go plummeting to my doom.
I scream in his ear, “Benjamin Clorclay! Bring me further away from the edge now, or so help me, I will DEAFEN you with my screams!”
Another, younger nurse nearby seems torn between laughing or forcing us away from the edge. I continue yelling at him until he brings me a good fifteen feet away.
He looks at me reproachfully, rubbing his eardrums. “I’m going to need help…” he mutters ruefully.
A nurse who had just came up nearby and must have only heard the word ‘help’ spots Ben and runs to his side, dragging him towards the stairs she had come up. “What do you need help with? Appendicitis? An ear infection? What?”
He waves her away somehow before coming back. “If you weren’t an invalid,” he begins. I scoff, but he continues, “I would give you a taste of your own medicine.”
I snort. Yeah, right. High female voices incessantly screaming in your ear are worse than male voices.
“As it is, you are an invalid, so it’ll have to wait.”
I groan. “I’m no invalid… I just have... ah.. injuries that temporarily incapacitate me.”
He laughs. “Invalid.”
Aria and Lily are both doubled up with laughter nearby.
I mumble under my breath, “Not.”
“You are too.” He abruptly begins wheeling me back down the ramp we’d come up and I fall silent, enjoying the breeze.
When we come back into the room, a very disapproving older nurse with a mouth thinner than I thought a mouth could ever be greets us. I adopt an air similar to the one a teenager who had been caught by his parents stumbling in at 6:30 AM would use.
“You were gone for fifteen and a half minutes. Exactly 30 seconds more than I allowed you.” An ominous glint in her eyes shows me she’s seriously mad about the extra 30 seconds.
“I, uh, uhm…” Aria trails off and I can tell she’s trying not to laugh.
Ben helps out by saying quietly, “Sorry, ma’am. It won’t happen again.” A slight twitching around the corners of his mouth is all that betrays how close he is to giggling like a three year old being tickled.
“See that it doesn’t, young man,” she says. She sort of nods as she does this, as if agreeing with herself.
My mouth twitches for a split second, but then my ‘magic’ bed easily
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