3Death by Swing
by Lerene
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My boyfriend always said he was a fit man. That he could do anything and not hurt himself. My boyfriend is such a lier.
I walked through the doors of the hospital a smirk gracing my lips. I smiled at the security guard as I walked up to the window so I could sign in.
"Good Morning Miss. How is your day going so far?" The security guy asked. He was in his 50s and had a very friendly personally. A friendly open smile on his lips
A large smile formed on my lips. "It's going to get great. Came to make fun of my man."
"Well aren't you a sweetheart," the man joked. He shook his head as he pushed the button that would unlock the door.
"Ain't I." I waved my hand at the guy then I made my way down the hallway where my boyfriend laid in a bed. Normally I'm a real nice person with a sweat personality. But I'm couldn't help but pick fun at my boyfriend right more. What he did was so stupid. Unbelievably stupid.
Finally I made it to his room, it just happened to be the last room down the long hallway. A nice long walk.
"Hello Baby," I said as I walked into the room.
"You know your evil for finding pleasure in my pain." Brian laid there in his hospital bed playfully glaring at me. A brace was rapped around his neck, stitches marked his forehead, his right arm and wrist was in a cast, and bruises covered his whole body. He was a big mess. Poor guy.
Oh yeah I'm evil. "Brian do you remember how you got in this state," I asked all sweetly as I took a seat next to him in the bed. The playfulness left his face, now it was a full on glare. "I guess I should remind you," I teased.
"No need," Brian hissed.
"No. No," I said waving a dismissive hand. "I'll tell you about it, just to make sure you've learned."
Brain's glared deepen. "I think the fact that I'm in a hospital bed shows that I learned my lesson."
"You sure?" I asked in a sing song way.
"Yes." he said through gritted teeth.
"So you no longer think you're as strong and fit as you were as a teenager?"
"Yes."
"That you can't do some things any more?"
"Yes," he said with a sigh.
"Good Boy," I said patting his head. I laid down next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. After a while a laugh escaped me. "I still can't believe you thought you could still jump off the swig while it was swug high in the air. Your 36."
Brain sighed, "Talk about getting old. By the way don't you dare tell my friends that I'm in the hospital because of a stupid Swig."
"To late."
Groan.
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Story is copyrighted to Lerene. No reposting what so ever!