09-02-2020, 01:58 PM
"If I don't return home tonight it will be because I've been killed by jealous guys when I walk in with these two on my arms!" Dad just snorted, but Mary gave me a big smile, and behind me Tom Meechum grinned and nodded at me.
Michael had hesitated at the door, not wanting to draw attention from the girls, but he stepped forward and gave them as big of a smile as he could. "You two girls look very nice tonight. You were already beautiful, but this is special."
Dr. Meechum took one look at Michael and said, "Young man, you sit down. Right now!" He stepped over to Michael and guided him to a chair. "Rosemary told me you had an accident, but I had no idea it was this bad! What doctor in his right mind let you out of the hospital?"
"I had to pull some strings with the Hospital Administrator. It helps having your Mom on the Board of Directors. I just absolutely refused to stay. Don't worry, I'm going to see one of the team Ortho's tomorrow."
Mary had taken one look at Michael and hurried down the hall to get her medical bag. She rarely got too far from it. Quickly she produced a thermometer and checked Michael's temperature, which as was to be expected was a bit elevated.
"What have you taken for this?" Dr. Meechum demanded.
"Oh, I had a shot of Demerol at the hospital. Right now I have about six hundred milligrams of Ibuprofen in me. I have some Acetaminophen to take a little later if I need a little help."
"Weren't you even prescribed anything for the pain?"
"Yes Sir, but I chose not to take it. I have to have a clear head tonight. I can't afford to be under the influence."
"Nonsense!"
"No Sir. I have some Vicodin, and I'll take one later, but I have to get through Prom first. I owe it to Susie, and I owe it to everybody else."
"You can't take the Vicodin if you take the Acetaminophen. Vicodin contains Acetaminophen. I have half a mind to call an ambulance and have you admitted. You have no business going to this dance. Yes, it is a special time, but your health is much more important than just a dance."
"I'll be OK, sir. I have a broken nose, and two fractures to the maxilla, and I'll have surgery to take care of them tomorrow. It is very important I do this tonight. Trust me, I'm not masochistic, and I don't get off on pain. I have to do this."
Dr. Meechum looked at his watch. "It's now six-thirty. I will give you until ten o'clock, and then I will be at the Prom with an injection of Demerol, and you will allow me to give it to you, and then to see to it you are properly cared for in a bed. I cannot professionally allow you to do any more than that to yourself. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir. That should be sufficient. Justin already promised he'd babysit me tonight and drive me back up to the training camp tomorrow."
The others stood looking on in stunned silence.
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Tom Collins drew in a shuddering breath and wiped his eyes on a paper towel. All he had managed to do other than bark his knuckles three times was to remove the four plugs and lay them out on top of the air cleaner. Try as he might he couldn't see well enough to check the plug gaps. He now understood the feeling others had expressed comparing giving away their daughters to giving a prized Stradivarius to a gorilla. As much as he loved and respected Michael he felt the same. He didn't care that the gorilla had been trained by Paganini himself!
Tom stumbled once as he made his way from the garage to the den, carefully wiping grease from his hands as he went. He poured himself a stiff Scotch and drank it down neat before going to check on his daughter and see how she was coming along with getting ready.
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Michael had hesitated at the door, not wanting to draw attention from the girls, but he stepped forward and gave them as big of a smile as he could. "You two girls look very nice tonight. You were already beautiful, but this is special."
Dr. Meechum took one look at Michael and said, "Young man, you sit down. Right now!" He stepped over to Michael and guided him to a chair. "Rosemary told me you had an accident, but I had no idea it was this bad! What doctor in his right mind let you out of the hospital?"
"I had to pull some strings with the Hospital Administrator. It helps having your Mom on the Board of Directors. I just absolutely refused to stay. Don't worry, I'm going to see one of the team Ortho's tomorrow."
Mary had taken one look at Michael and hurried down the hall to get her medical bag. She rarely got too far from it. Quickly she produced a thermometer and checked Michael's temperature, which as was to be expected was a bit elevated.
"What have you taken for this?" Dr. Meechum demanded.
"Oh, I had a shot of Demerol at the hospital. Right now I have about six hundred milligrams of Ibuprofen in me. I have some Acetaminophen to take a little later if I need a little help."
"Weren't you even prescribed anything for the pain?"
"Yes Sir, but I chose not to take it. I have to have a clear head tonight. I can't afford to be under the influence."
"Nonsense!"
"No Sir. I have some Vicodin, and I'll take one later, but I have to get through Prom first. I owe it to Susie, and I owe it to everybody else."
"You can't take the Vicodin if you take the Acetaminophen. Vicodin contains Acetaminophen. I have half a mind to call an ambulance and have you admitted. You have no business going to this dance. Yes, it is a special time, but your health is much more important than just a dance."
"I'll be OK, sir. I have a broken nose, and two fractures to the maxilla, and I'll have surgery to take care of them tomorrow. It is very important I do this tonight. Trust me, I'm not masochistic, and I don't get off on pain. I have to do this."
Dr. Meechum looked at his watch. "It's now six-thirty. I will give you until ten o'clock, and then I will be at the Prom with an injection of Demerol, and you will allow me to give it to you, and then to see to it you are properly cared for in a bed. I cannot professionally allow you to do any more than that to yourself. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir. That should be sufficient. Justin already promised he'd babysit me tonight and drive me back up to the training camp tomorrow."
The others stood looking on in stunned silence.
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Tom Collins drew in a shuddering breath and wiped his eyes on a paper towel. All he had managed to do other than bark his knuckles three times was to remove the four plugs and lay them out on top of the air cleaner. Try as he might he couldn't see well enough to check the plug gaps. He now understood the feeling others had expressed comparing giving away their daughters to giving a prized Stradivarius to a gorilla. As much as he loved and respected Michael he felt the same. He didn't care that the gorilla had been trained by Paganini himself!
Tom stumbled once as he made his way from the garage to the den, carefully wiping grease from his hands as he went. He poured himself a stiff Scotch and drank it down neat before going to check on his daughter and see how she was coming along with getting ready.
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