After two weeks of check-ups, rest, and physical therapy, Billy was finally discharged from the hospital Steve was already there. He was leaning against the reception desk when he saw Billy being wheeled out in a wheelchair. Hospital policy. The nurse stepped in front of Steve. "There you go, Mr. Hargrove!" She said, giving him a little pat on his shoulder. "Alright..." Billy muttered, slowly getting up, using the wheelchair armrests for support. Once he stood, Steve turned to the desk and grabbed a set of clothes he had brought. "Here, I got you a change of clothes!" He said, holding it out to Billy. "Thanks..." Billy said, taking the clothes from Steve, which consisted of a baggy white t-shirt, a loose zip-up hoodie and gym pants. "Once you're dressed, we'll go!" Steve said, with a slight smile. "Already?" Billy asked, slightly puzzled. "Yep! Got the discharge papers signed...." Steve replied with a nod. "Okay..." Billy said, turning around while making his way back down the hallway toward the bathroom. Once he disappeared around the corner, Steve turned to the nurse. "Alright, tell me what I need to know!" He said. "Mr. Hargrove's physical therapy is going really well! To keep it going, he needs to move for fifteen to twenty minutes every three hours every day! Whether it's outside or around the house. Moving around will prevent the stitches from stiffening! She explained. Steve listened. "Ha, yeah, he's a tough guy!" He said, with a chuckle. "Indeed, he is! One of the toughest patients I've ever dealt with!” The nurse smiled. "As for his bandages on his arms and torso, they have to be changed every fourth day to prevent dirt and bacteria from getting in and causing an infection. Though I recommend that before you put the bandages back on, you clean around the wounds and then put a thin layer of vaseline around the stitches. The moisture under the bandages will prevent less scarring!" "Whoa, really? I didn't know that!" Steve said, eyes widening slightly. "Yep!" The nurse said, giving him a container that contained a few extra rolls of bandages and a container of vaseline. Billy had left the bathroom and walked back down the hallway, where he stopped and stood between Steve and the nurse. The nurse took the hospital clothing from him and laid it off to the side. "Alright, Mr. Hargrove, I'll see you in two months for the removal of your stitches!" She said, glancing back at Billy with a hand on her hip. He just nodded while looking over at Steve. "Alrighty! We'll see you then. Thank you!" Steve said to the nurse, then ushered Billy toward the hallway leading to the exit. As they began to walk, Billy noticed the container in Steve's hand. "What's in there?" He asked, pointing at the container. "Bandages and vaseline..." Steve replied. "Vaseline?" Billy snickered. "The nurse gave me some advice! She told me when I change your bandage, put a thin layer of vaseline around the stitches....it'll prevent less scarring!" Steve answered nonchalantly. "What makes you think I want less scarring?" Billy asked with a smirk. "Well, I just assume it'd heal faster or something.." Steve shrugged. .... They soon came across the exit. As soon as Billy walked outside, he was taken aback by the heat and the brightness of the sun, which shone high in the cloudless sky. He groaned softly while shielding his eyes with his hand. Steve walked out and stopped beside Billy, who looked like an eight-year-old mesmerized by an airplane passing by. "Come on, don't blind yourself now!" He said, patting Billy's shoulder gently, before making his way down to his car. Billy blinked himself out of his trance. He looked down as he tried blinking that black spot out of his vision while staggering after Steve. Soon, he caught up to him at his BMW. Steve yanked the car door open, slid inside the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. The sudden noise made Billy flinch, while he fumbled with the door handle, TRYING to get it open. Steve buckled himself in and shoved the keys into the ignition before looking sideways and noticing Billy struggling with the door. "You alright, Hargrove?" He asked. In response, Billy finally got the door open. "Yep.." He muttered, gently getting inside. Once he settled, he closed the door with a soft grunt. Steve started the car, threw it into drive, and started to head out of the parking lot. "So..." He took a glance at Billy. "Where do you want to stay---" "Your house...." Billy replied immediately. Steve raised an eyebrow. "My house? You sure, Hargrove?" "Yep!" Billy replied fast again, gently sliding the seatbelt over himself with a click. "Alright, okay!" Steve said with a nod. "My house it is!" He said, driving out of the lot and started driving down the street.
FINALLY got over my writers block ;-;
