Page 34 of The Legend
“See whatyou’ve done?” Aiden groaned at me. “You’ve created a war.”
“Whatever.”I shrugged rummaging through the rest of the alcohol.
Weeventually arrived back in San Jose and returned to our hotel rooms after Ithreatened to kill Tour Ted. Sway kindly told me I should spend the rest of theevening in our room.
“I think,”Emma smacked Sway’s shoulder as we stood in the lobby of the hotel deciding ondinner. “That this isn’t a one drink night. You got shit faced and hired TourTed from hell. We need this! Let’s go eat and see what happens.”
“Do youremember the last time we said that? Your mom ended up with a tattoo on herlower back and in jail because of you.” Sway reminded her holding me up. I wasstill very much concerned with my wound and in my mind; I shouldn’t have to besupporting all of my weight on it.
“I’mhungry.” I announced though no one paid any attention to me.
“I’mhungry too.” Aiden said nodding to me.
At leasthe heard me.
“Yeah,let’s get food.” Emma said looking toSwayforconfirmation and ignoring me when I pushed her. “Listen asshole,” Emma gotright in my face. “Just because you were bit doesn’t mean you get to be a jerk.Stop pushing me.”
“Fine,let’s go eat. I’m starving.”
Sway shookher head. “You need to clean your leg up and then we will decide.”
“But I’mhungry.” I was all for cleaning up by it had been hours since I last ate and Iwas becoming more and more delirious to the point where I couldn’t feel myentire leg.
Sway shotme a look and naturally, I looked the other way finding the wall moreinteresting, “Fine.”
I decidedit was time to focus on the task at hand. Getting my leg cleaned and then Icould eat dinner.
Swayhelped me to our room, holding me up in the doorframe. “Don’t move and JesusChrist Jameson, support your weight. You’re not dying and I can’t carry yourtwo-hundred pound body.”
“I can’tput pressure on it.” I whined pushing out my bottom lip. “It hurts and I thinkI need emergency one-on-one care…from you,” I whispered in her ear.
Fumblingwith the key in the door, I chuckled at her determination. “Do you rememberwhen I was fumbling with a key in the door and you were supporting yourself ina doorframe?”
“Yeah, youknocked me up that night.” She huffed pushing the door open. “Now go get in theshower.”
I stoodstraight and saluted her, “Yes, ma’am.”
Swayhelped me with my shower and rid the offensive sand from my skin. She gave methe one-on-one attention I needed in the form of some micro polishing too andthen bandaged up my leg.
“How didyou get so good at playing nurse?” I asked sticking a straw in the bottle ofJack Daniels I found in the refrigerator.
“I havetwo boys that managed to break every bone in their bodies and a little girlthat has no fear. I’ve had my fair share of nursing experience. And don’tforget,” she pulled the leg of my pants over the bandage and kissed it softly.“I’m married to you.”
“You’rethe best wife.” I cooed and she grabbed the bottle.
“Come onchamp.” She held her hands out to me. “Let’s get some food in you.”
I did getfood in me but I insisted on drinking because of my pain level. No way in hellwas I getting any prescription drugs in another country so I stuck to liquid.
“Give methat bottle!” Sway yelled when I told the waiter what I thought of his waitingskills.
“Okay,let’s think rationally.” Aiden said, stepping in and replacing my bottle ofTequila I found in the bar with a bottle of water. “Someone should take thataway from him.”
“Really,how would you think rationally? It took you a fucking hour to decide what youwere going to drink with dinner. Fuck you. Leave my bottle alone.” I said withno sense of rationality.
“Jameson!”Again, Sway yelled right in my face. “He’s trying to help you.”
In mymind, my very drunk and injured mind, he wasn’t helping me. Before I knew it, Icurled up in bed because apparently I wasn’t social material that evening. Atleast that’s what I was told when I woke up on the bathroom floor at four inthe morning feeling like MardiGrashad shit on me.
