Post by LittleTigger on Nov 8, 2004 6:37:43 GMT -5
Chapter 6
Chris woke up--- on Saturday,
in Jefferston Hospital.
There stood:
Mr. and Mrs. O'Shay and Joshie,
Mr. Hong and Mrs Hong,
Steve, and the camera lady.
Joshie was the first one to notice that
Chris was awake.
Chris blinked in the cloud-diffused sunlight.
"What am I doing here?" Chris bumbled.
The doctor entered the room and spoke
softly and scientifically to Chris.
"You appeared to have suffered severe
dehydration and heat exhaustion,
but your fluids have been replaced
and you shoud be ok by tomorrow,
we also gave you some more medicine,
the O'Shays and the Hong's and Mr. Dennison
helped out with that."
"Who is 'Mr. Dennison?" asked Chris
weakly.
"Me, silly." Said Steve smiling in his usuall
jovial manner.
"Oh." Chris plopped back down on
the pillow.
They all visited for about an hour and
eventually all said their 'see ya tomorrows'
and drifted out except for Steve.
"Hey buddie, I'm so sorry about what
happened," Steve began. "Mr. Jones
heard about what happened, in fact,
so did about everyone in the town,
you're Famous!
"You made the evening news Wednesday night."
"I'm on telly?" Chris's eyes widened.
"Yeah buddie!" Steve said with
his moustache fuzzier than ever.
"Whoa." Chris plopped back down.
"If it wasn't for Ms. Carlita, you might
have fallen though the cracks." Steve continued.
"What cracks?" Chris asked surprised.
"Well, not real cracks, -- ehh -- never mind
buddie, its just an expression, it means
you might have been forgotten."
"Who's mizz Carlita?" Chris wondered aloud.
"She is that lady in black that had
the camera, she showed up after
you hit the pavement and taped
the whole thing, in fact, she was
taping before you took a dive." Steve said
again using his usual 'expressions',
Steve was full of those.
"Well," Steve resigned, "I gotta get crackin'
I got a big battle to fight."
"Huh?" Chris mumbled.
"I gotta see about getting you into a
non-union shop, and getting you out
of the union." Steve said looking
out the window. "I never liked those
guys, you don't belong with them,
they will only hurt you, they are not
your friends, but tell you what,
when you get out of here, the O'Shays
said they would come pick you up,
and I will see to it that you get your
money, Mr. Jones told me that you
are one of the best workers he
has seen in all his life, and he is
not about to let you go so easy.
He has given you a week's paid
holiday, and when you come back,
we will show you your new workbench, OK?"
"What's wrong with mine?" Chris asked.
"Well, its in the union shop," Steve continued.
"and I don't want you in there with those people.
Hmm, maybe I can get Larry in there to help me
move it, you have so much of your stuff in
and on it that I can't just take it away,
you like that bench, you can keep it, you
earned it. Hey buddie, get some rest OK?"
Steve patted Chris on the shoulder again,
Chris waved as Steve left, then turned over
and fell asleep.
Chris woke up--- on Saturday,
in Jefferston Hospital.
There stood:
Mr. and Mrs. O'Shay and Joshie,
Mr. Hong and Mrs Hong,
Steve, and the camera lady.
Joshie was the first one to notice that
Chris was awake.
Chris blinked in the cloud-diffused sunlight.
"What am I doing here?" Chris bumbled.
The doctor entered the room and spoke
softly and scientifically to Chris.
"You appeared to have suffered severe
dehydration and heat exhaustion,
but your fluids have been replaced
and you shoud be ok by tomorrow,
we also gave you some more medicine,
the O'Shays and the Hong's and Mr. Dennison
helped out with that."
"Who is 'Mr. Dennison?" asked Chris
weakly.
"Me, silly." Said Steve smiling in his usuall
jovial manner.
"Oh." Chris plopped back down on
the pillow.
They all visited for about an hour and
eventually all said their 'see ya tomorrows'
and drifted out except for Steve.
"Hey buddie, I'm so sorry about what
happened," Steve began. "Mr. Jones
heard about what happened, in fact,
so did about everyone in the town,
you're Famous!
"You made the evening news Wednesday night."
"I'm on telly?" Chris's eyes widened.
"Yeah buddie!" Steve said with
his moustache fuzzier than ever.
"Whoa." Chris plopped back down.
"If it wasn't for Ms. Carlita, you might
have fallen though the cracks." Steve continued.
"What cracks?" Chris asked surprised.
"Well, not real cracks, -- ehh -- never mind
buddie, its just an expression, it means
you might have been forgotten."
"Who's mizz Carlita?" Chris wondered aloud.
"She is that lady in black that had
the camera, she showed up after
you hit the pavement and taped
the whole thing, in fact, she was
taping before you took a dive." Steve said
again using his usual 'expressions',
Steve was full of those.
"Well," Steve resigned, "I gotta get crackin'
I got a big battle to fight."
"Huh?" Chris mumbled.
"I gotta see about getting you into a
non-union shop, and getting you out
of the union." Steve said looking
out the window. "I never liked those
guys, you don't belong with them,
they will only hurt you, they are not
your friends, but tell you what,
when you get out of here, the O'Shays
said they would come pick you up,
and I will see to it that you get your
money, Mr. Jones told me that you
are one of the best workers he
has seen in all his life, and he is
not about to let you go so easy.
He has given you a week's paid
holiday, and when you come back,
we will show you your new workbench, OK?"
"What's wrong with mine?" Chris asked.
"Well, its in the union shop," Steve continued.
"and I don't want you in there with those people.
Hmm, maybe I can get Larry in there to help me
move it, you have so much of your stuff in
and on it that I can't just take it away,
you like that bench, you can keep it, you
earned it. Hey buddie, get some rest OK?"
Steve patted Chris on the shoulder again,
Chris waved as Steve left, then turned over
and fell asleep.