Time Goes On
by Chelle

~ CHAPTER 4 ~

The next morning, Zac came over around 9:30. I was awake and looking over the paint cans we'd bought the day before. "Hey," he said walking through the door. "Hi," I replied. "So, what room first?" he asked walking toward me. "Uhhh," I had planned to paint the bathroom and guest bedroom. "I guess we'll start in the guest room," I said. He picked up the paint can and brushes while I carried the pan and a roller.
We walked in the room and after sitting the paint down, he opened the window and turned on the fan. "Zac?" I asked as he locked the window in place, "Would you go into the kitchen and get the tape off of the counter? The blue tape and grab a couple of bottles of water while you're in there." He nodded and turned to go toward the kitchen.
I sat on the floor and taking a screwdriver began to pry the lid off of the paint can. "God... good grief!" I said to myself trying to get the lid off. "Need help? Here let me." Zac said as he walked into the room and turned to sit the water and tape down on a table. I said, "I think I got it... if I could just... get the... last edge... off, Zac!" I shouted his name. Without a warning, the screwdriver slipped away from the paint can and had stabbed me in the hand between my thumb and index finger, on my palm. The blood gushed out and Zac pulled me up quickly taking me to the bathroom and  holding my hand under water. "Just hold still a sec." he said as he reached over and grabbed a towel. He took my hand in it holding pressure on the wound. After a minute or two, he slowly pulled the towel away and quickly replaced the used side as blood began rushing out of my hand. "Dammit, that hurts!" I said almost in tears. He again
pulled the towel away and seeing the blood had not slowed down, said "Ok, we gotta get you to a doctor, it's pretty bad and I'm guessing you'll need stitches." I sighed and sucked in through my teeth as another sharp pain went through my hand and up my arm. "I'll be ok. It'll stop in a second. I just need to sit down for a minute." I was getting dizzy and began to walk toward the living room. Zac took my arm as I walked and then a terrible feeling of sickness came over me and the last thing I heard was Zac calling my name.
I didn't really recall what had happened when I finally came to. I woke up in a bed with an IV in my hand and a bandage on the other. I heard someone say my name and turned my head slowly to see Zac looking down at me. He smiled and little and said "Hey there." I smiled slightly and said "Hi. What happened?" He started rubbing my forehead and answered "You passed out. You're in the hospital but the doctor said it wasn't bad. You needed a few stitches and they had to put you to sleep because you started waking up when they were putting them in. You're gonna be ok though." I slowly began to recall the events that had taken place and asked "How did I get here?" He answered "I drove you... in your car. And you know something," he paused and
smiled "You have got to get an automatic!" We both laughed and when the doctor had given me the all clear, Zac drove me home. "I guess the painting will have to wait huh?" I asked as we pulled into my driveway. He helped me out of the car and inside. He led me to the guestroom and said "Sit and enjoy." I turned and sit down in the chair and watched confused as he poured the paint into the pan, grabbed the
roller, and turned on the fan and then the stereo. He began to paint and dance. I laughed so hard watching him do his best entertainment dance around the room... which turned into a stripper dance as he began to sweat and removed his shirt in a seductive manner. Neither of us could keep a straight face.
When he was finally done, he helped me into the living room, handed me the TV remote and some coke and said "I'll let you get some rest, but I'll come check on you later. I called mom from the hospital and told her I'd fill her in after we got back." I nodded and as he walked out of the door, I said "Zac?" He looked at me over his shoulder, "Thanks. For everything." I smiled as did he replying"No problem.See ya after a while."I nodded again and he left. I sighed deeply and turned on the TV. My hand was still numb and I appreciated not feeling the pain run through my arm anymore. I got lost in a TV program and then took a short nap. When I woke up my
hand was throbbing and I took one of the pills the doctor had given me for the pain. I walked in to the kitchen and got a few Oreo cookies and a glass of milk and settled back on the couch. I ignored the easing pain as I watched on.

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