//------------------------------// // Chapter 12.5: Spitfire's Diary (Part 3) // Story: Bailing Out // by PhillyCh3zSt3ak //------------------------------// September 9, 2020 Well the last few days have literally been hell. Honestly I don't want to talk about it. Andrew was nice enough to bring my journal from the house so that I could write in it while he's away at work or when I'm just plain bored. I've been in the hospital before and I can say that it always goes like this: First day isn't so bad, second gets a little boring, and so on and so forth before you're ready to go full psycho on someone just to let you out finally. This isn't going to be fun at all. Having two broken legs isn't fun, but being on meds is. I feel so light headed from time to time, but not passing out light headed, but just having a lack of pain at all. It's wonderful considering what I've gone through the last few days. They took me in for a skin graft earlier today, so I won't have a burned torso anymore, though they said that the skin will probably be a little discolored even after it fully heals. Fun, bikini season isn't looking all too well for me now is it? I should call it a night before the meds start wearing off. September 10 Well I was approached by Hernandez today while Andrew was out at work, he offered me a solution for my current situation. He said it would involve an injection of something he called nanites. He said they were tiny machines with programming to do a certain thing, in this case it would be repairing my injured body. He said they were experimental so there was a chance that they might not even work properly. I'm thinking of taking him up on his proposal. Though I think I'll take the night to sleep it over. September 12 Well yesterday I had Andrew call up Hernandez and accept his proposal. They sent one of their scientists dressed as one of the nurses and give me an injection through the IV line which the pain killers were already running through. I started feeling a tingling sensation a little earlier on my stomach so I guess it's working. Andrew stopped by again, like he's been doing every day. Him being around makes me feel at ease. Where was I? Oh yes. He let me know that he got me off work indefinitely until I recover. I'm starting to think that the only reason I'm feeling my stomach area "tingle" is because I'm hopped up on pain killers at the moment. I'm sort of not wanting to find out what this feels like without pain meds. September 14 Well these nanite things work slow. Well I guess it's better to get it done right the first time rather than rushed and have to be redone. The tingling has started to slow down now so that's a good thing. September 15 OK WELL THAT HURTS! About a few hours ago they had to kick up my pain meds since the nanites went to work on my arms. Since there's a lot of cuts on both arms they started working on them almost individually. Well since they cranked up the meds a bit it's gotten a bit better so that's a very good thing for me. I'm guessing the pain has something to do with repairing the nerve endings that were severed, but for all I know it's just plain pain just going on. September 18 I've started feeling a dull throbbing pain in my leg, the one with that clean break. I'm guessing that this will take longer since bones of angels are pretty different from the bone structure of Andrew's people. So I talked with Andrew and it turns out that the reason why this is taking forever is because these nanites don't replicate past a certain number. Well as long as they're doing their job I'm a happy lady. September 23 FINALLY! I get to go home! *insert joyous cheering here* Well tomorrow at least. It's about time they let me leave. I want to get out of this antiseptic smelling hellhole. The bed was comfortable, the nurses and doctors were mostly nice, but the food was absolutely horrid. I mean it's so bad that it makes the food at the dumpiest of restaurants back home look like five-star restaurants worthy of serving the princesses themselves. I'm looking forward to the home cooked food that Andrew makes. Perhaps we'll have a bar-be-cue style cookout, I'd like that. September 26 Well sitting around the house is boring. Less annoying than being at the hospital with horrible food, but still boring. I've managed to work out my wings around the house, or the living room at least. It's the largest room in the house, and it also contains the highest point in the house for me to fly up a bit. I broke out Andrew's old game console and played the game Skyrim. I went with a female Nord warrior instead of a mage, though in retrospect I can become one at any time that I want to. Apparently all the characters can use spells regardless of what path they'd rather pursue. I told Andrew about it, he said "good luck" since it's a eighty plus hour game. Well that will certainly take a great deal of time to finish, which for me is a good thing since I have nothing better to do until these casts come off. October 2 What level am I now? Oh right, level thirty or forty now, I think. I've really lost myself in this game. I can do anything I want! Well almost anything. Andrew said that the PC version is a lot more fun since you can add community added mods and "enhance your gaming experience." That's really cool if you ask me. Well they took the first cast off of the leg that had the clean break so at least now I can get around using crutches instead of being confined to a chair or wheelchair. It's so weird not having an object that has been saturating in your body heat for an extended period of time removed. My leg was cold for a good bit for a few minutes. They let me practice with the crutches in the hallway, it was pretty simple enough. Well I did fail once, spectacularly. I could see Andrew laughing a bit, but then he helped me up. They said that they'd bring me back in a few weeks to take care of the other cast, which means I'll have my full mobility back, maybe with a small limp for a bit. I've been seeing a psychologist since last week. I feel fine, but he thinks different. I've been fine, so why should they be worrying about nothing? October 7 That was by far one of the most restless sleeps that I have ever had. I woke up in a cold sweat, but the kicker is that I don't remember why I was so flustered in the first place. The last few nights I've been having dreamless, but restful sleep, but now this all of a sudden is an unwelcome surprise. I also had an issue getting out of a chair. Yeah, I'm not too proud about that one. October 13 The dreams are getting a little more clear now. I can remember a figure in the dream, but I can't quite see him. I know it's a "he" since the voice is low and masculine. He just keeps laughing, at me no less. Every time I've woken up though Andrew's been there right beside me, holding me like I asked him two weeks ago and every night since. I'm going to talk about these dreams with Dr. Oppenheimer at our next appointment. On a secondary note my other leg is feeling better, it should be only a short time before that cast gets removed. I think those nanobots are already done and they're just trying to keep up appearances on me to make it look like a semi-normal recovery. Yay science. October 15 Andrew received an odd phone call last night and apparently we're flying to Washington DC tomorrow for some sort of debriefing or something. I have no idea what it's about and neither does Andrew. I know that it has to deal with me since my presence was requested too. Why would they need to talk to me or Andrew personally? Can't they just talk to his commanding officer and relay the message? I honestly have no idea what's going on now.