Chapter 1 - Fall back regroup

My god it's here, guys! The continuation of "The Munchies". Some of you that read it when I posted it way back when got mad at me for not continuing as I had said I would- as you had right to. Dunno why the *** I didnt finish it. But in any case, here it is. Sarah and John's story of weed, food, trials and love

Here's the original for anyone who hasn't read the first or needs to catch up:

http://fantasyfeeder.com/cms/infusions/ stories/view.php?id=5592

Enjoy!


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That night I got it all out of my system, wailing into the pillow, then I fell into bed and felt like I had ceased existing. My mind was ravaged, my body was numb and I must have been inside a mixture of sleep and a coma that night. When I woke, I was unpleasantly groggy and grumpy, even more so when yesterday's events reminded themselves to me.
Then that day I reluctantly drove to Damien's house and peered at the window. I needed to know what the situation was. I waited for a sign of movement for a while and when I saw none, I got out and for some reason decided it would be smart to go inside.
Luckily, I had left my car door open, as I encountered him nurturing his head and multiple wounds. We both kind of stood there dumbly until I bolted for all I was worth and screeched away in my car before he could even get his bearings. My poor car...
A tiny bit of my worry washed away as I now knew I hadn't killed a man. I wasn't a murderer. I wasn't going to prison. But nevertheless, I had still brutally wounded a man. And given that he was alive, that meant it was low-profile for me. He would be on the constant look out now and I had to keep my head low and stay out of sight, given he didn't report me to authorities. But hopefully his drunken stupor had impaired his memory well enough to give him some confusion as to what happened. If he couldn't give an accurate description to the authorities, they would likely not believe him.
Back at home, or apartment I should say, I slouched on the couch, discouraged from doing anything. I felt my phone vibrating.
Sarah...
An excitement and flare I hadn't felt for a while re-kindled within me as I quickly picked up the phone. 'Hello?'
She seemed more lively now, than yesterday. Her voice had a spark again. 'Hey John! I rang. Just like you asked.'
I sighed inwardly and closed my eyes, relaxing into the sofa. 'Thanks Sarah. I'm glad you called. I... missed your voice.'
I could hear her smile. 'So... they've been giving me these painkillers for my arm while I wait for it to be fixed. They were decent, but still, weed's better, ya know.' I could hear amusement touching the edges of her voice.
'You're learning. I'm proud,' I jested. 'When do expect to be let out of the hospital?'
She paused over the line to think. 'Well... they take me into surgery tomorrow... Then I think I have to wait a few days before I'm allowed to leave. I have to wait a few days to let the healing settle in or something.'
'That's not too long! What's it like in the hospital, though? Is it boring? Or is there stuff to do?'
'Well it isn't as bad as I thought actually. There's lots of channels, books to read. Stuff like that. Oh, and there's so much good food! Like, sooo much of it. And the nurses are kind too.'
'Good, good. I suppose they have to be kind, really.'
'It's a good thing they are as well, 'cos there are some really grumpy old sick ladies who are patients here and they would get heaps grumpy if there was a dodgy nurse. So anyway, after I'm out of the hospital, we should see each other again.'
'Yeah!' I said a little too eagerly, 'Definitely. Just give me a call and we'll meet up sometime, wherever.'
'Sure thing.'
'Ok, see you then.'
'Bye!' I heard a smile in her as she fared me well. Her voice was so sweet. The image of her dominated my thoughts. I couldn't help but think of her blue eyes, fierce but kind, the way each point of her facial structure complemented the other, the way her mousy-brown hair framed her face so flatteringly.
By the sound of her, she must have re-gathered herself since yesterday. But then again, I noticed that even I sounded cheery for the current situation. Maybe we just had that effect on each other. After all, the very thought of her made me feel like I had purpose.
'Love' is what they call it, I'd just been denying it for so damned long.