Getting woken up by a huge thump isn`t that weird of an occurence. Shit falls over in the night all the time. Thunder crackles. Deer run into fences. This thump wasn't any different, so I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. I heard Frank get up and head downstairs as I rolled around in my sleeping bag. Him and Aids were saying something downstairs, then the sound of Frank's footsteps carried him back upstairs to the attic where we'd been sleeping.
I awoke later to the sound of sobbing. At first I dismissed it as someone struggling with a bad dream and tried to go back to bed, but the crying continued.
Must be a really, really bad dream.
I got up and went downstairs to see if Aids was alright. She wasn't. She lay crumpled in a ball on the floor, directly beneath the lone hole that perforated the floorboards separating the attic from the garage. That whole was the perfect size for Aids to slip through, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened. On the other hand, it did take a genius to figure out why she'd slept parallel to a gaping hole in the fucking floorboard. These were questions for later, though. Right now, she needed water and some help.
I grabbed her some water and gently nestled my pillow under her neck. Through her sobs, she kept telling me she was okay, she was okay, it was fine, it was fine. Not knowing the severity of her injuries, and not wanting to make things worse than they were, I sat with her for a while until her tears subsided.
The next morning, we found out that things were indeed not ok. Her collarbone was belligerently broken, threatening to burst through her fragile skin. Her coordination was off, perhaps due to a strong hit to her head... she was susceptible to concussions on any day, let alone on days when she fell 10 feet onto concrete.
We snuck into Marcellus's house and awoke Deany. Deany, with the great motherly instinct that comes with birthing a child, jumped up from her doze and drove Aids to the hospital. Me and my husbands decided to go for a walk to go meet her there; Frank seized this opportunity to secede from the group. He didn't know Aids too well, and he didn't want to make things awkward in her hospital room. Besides, Scrib and Fernweh weren't on the best terms with him.
So, we parted ways, and the three husbands hoisted our hearts onto our shoulders and headed towards the hospital to soothe our pet Aids.
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