8. A Change of SceneryA Chapter by Craig2591Chrissy gets moved to a new location during her recoveryAfter four weeks, the hospital released Chrissy to Broadfield Estates, a nursing home/rehab center in the city. It was conveniently located on the way home from Ian's job, making it easy for him to stop by and visit her each day. The nursing home ordinarily kept the rehab patients on their own wing, but that wing was under renovations during Chrissy's stay, so she was placed in with the elderly resident population.
On her second day there he found her sitting in her wheelchair in the lobby waiting for him. She had a surly look on her face. As he approached, he noticed she was wearing a small, hand made sign that read, No! I don't want to play bingo!. He tried - and failed - to suppress a laugh.
“They took away my first sign,” she said sullenly. “This one's the G-rated version!”
He pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. “I guess there's no sense in asking how you're feeling,” he said.
“Ian, you have to get me out of here!” she said earnestly.
“Already? It's only your second day. You've got at least two more weeks before your casts come off, and you need round the clock care until then.”
“Oh, God! I'll never make it two weeks in this place.” She sounded desperate. “See that old lady in the pink sweater by the window? That's Sylvia. She thinks I'm her daughter, Patty, and bosses me around all the time. There's two old guys that follow me around in their wheelchairs hitting on me all day, and if I have to listen to one more episode of The Price is Right, I swear I'm going to gnaw my casts off and crawl out of this place myself! They must have it on every goddam TV in this place. I can't get away from it! It's not funny, Ian!!”
Ian stopped laughing and tried to compose himself. “I'm sorry, Bittersweet, but I have to work everyday and you can't stay home by yourself.”
“Patty? Is that your new boyfriend?” called Sylvia from across the room, “Bring him over here so I can meet him.”
“In a minute, Mom,” Chrissy called back rather tersely, then said to Ian, “I don't even bother arguing with her anymore. It doesn't do any good.”
“Here,” he said, reaching into a small bag he had brought with him, “this should cheer you up.” He pulled out an ice cold bottle of Hammerhead Cream Ale.
Chrissy snatched it out of his hand and stuffed it down the side of her wheelchair. “Ian, are you nuts? Someone might see you!”
“Don't worry. I checked with the nursing home staff and they said it was okay as long as your doctor approved it. So I called him and he said you could have one a day.”
“Really?!” Chrissy pulled the bottle out and regarded it for several moments.
“Yeah, I know, it's not as much fun if it's allowed, is it?”
“No, it's not. But that's not going to stop me from drinking it!” She stuck the bottle in his face. “Open it!” she ordered.
He twisted the cap off and handed it back to her. She took a swig and a look of bliss came over her face. “Oh, God! that's good!” she said, “Ian, I know I act s****y sometimes, but I really do appreciate what you do for me.”
He smiled. “I'll bring Emily with me tomorrow and you guys can play backgammon.”
“I'd like that. Is she doing okay? Are you keeping up with her school work?”
He nodded. “She misses you. We both do.”
Neither one of them noticed that Sylvia had rolled over to them in her wheelchair. “Patricia!” she said sternly, “Is that beer you're drinking?! You give me that bottle and go to your room this instant!”
“Ian,” Chrissy begged, “you have to get me out of here! Please!” © 2012 Craig2591Author's Note
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