It took a while to wake up, fuzziness clouded his head, and he couldn't remember what happened.
The bed he was laying on was narrow and uncomfortable, he wished for his bigger bed back at home. Home. He thought dazedly.
The door swung open, and he slowly sat himself up, aware of the pain enveloping him.
Quickly, the doctor rushed to help him. "Easy now." She murmured gently. "You've had quite a time."
"What happened?" He questioned groggily, shaking his head carefully, not wanting a larger headache than what he already had.
"You fainted." She answered, as she lifted the metal lid to his chart. "Evidently the pain became too much� How's your foot, by the way."
Brian looked down at his feet, seeing one in a cast, and being elevated by some contraption. "I'm guessing� it's in there." He remarked dryly.
She laughed lightly, "Oh yes, it's definitely in there."
He smiled up at her, "If you're asking if I feel any pain, I only have a headache. Everything else�" his smile turned sheepish, "I think I'm on a med buzz, cause I feel all good and fuzzy." She laughed again, "Who are you by the way."
She held her hand out to him, "I'm Doctor Lana Adams."
Smiling, he gripped her hand weakly and shook it. "Hi, I'm Brian."
She smiled back, "I know." She raised her chart up for him to see, "I got to learn all sorts of interesting things about you, Brian."
Releasing her hand, he faked nervously fidgeting. "Uh� really?"
Doctor Lana patted his shoulder, "I'm just here to explain a few things to you, Brian. And then in a few days you will be released."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked him dead in the eye. "Your foot got trapped under the door," he nodded and she continued on. "The metal crushed your foot and ankle at such an angle that when you came in your foot was attached to your leg by just a few pieces of skin�"
She stopped when his eyes closed against her words, trying to let him absorb the new information. "Brian," she asked quietly.
His eyes snapped open, and he nodded for her to proceed.
She cleared her throat, "Because both of your ankle joints were crushed and parts of the fibula and the talus cut through your skin, we've had to put screws in to reattach your ankle." Her smile was weak, "So you've been stitched up and screwed back together again."
He didn't smile back, "I'm not freakin' Humpty Dumpty, Doc."
"No, you're not." She replied thoughtfully, "They made scrambled eggs out of him, and we have it as a rule not to make breakfast out of our patients."
That made him smile. It was small and withered, but it was still a smile! And it was progress!
Doctor Lana stood, "When you're released, you are given the choice to have in-home care. You will also need physical therapy for a few months as well." She looked up at him, "You do understand this, don't you, Brian?"
He nodded silently, "Yes," he answered quietly. "I understand."
She was headed for the door when he called her back. "Doctor Lana?"
"Yeah?" She asked, turning back around.
"When can I see my friends and family?"
She smiled again, "I'll start sending them right in, Brian."