Re: Sebastian and Greg
"Yeah they are," Greg muttered. "They just have to wake us up on the regular, but sleeping is good for concussion." He should know that, he'd hit his head a few times too many climbing on things he shouldn't be climbing on and trying unsuccessfully to become a skateboard hit when he was younger. "Sleep's good for concussion though, let's your brain heal." He closed his eyes and found himself fiddling with that cut in his arm. It was all gooey now but it had stopped bleeding, the blood clotted as it should. That meant it wasn't too deep and he could skip worrying about it. Small comfort there. "Shit, we're supposed to be getting victory shakes at Moxie's."
“Oh, good,” Sebastian said softly. Listening to Greg, he wondered if he realized he was repeating himself, but then maybe he wasn’t. Maybe Sebastian was having dejavu. His brain was so fuzzy it was so hard to tell. He couldn’t remember what he’d said only seconds ago, so he could relate. “We can get shakes tomorrow. Or, not tomorrow, Sunday. Or I can make you one when we get home if I don’t fall asleep first,” he said, then yawned. “I’m voting for Sunday. Can you cover for me tomorrow?” He knew his brain was wandering, but it was a better focus than the pain. He felt the back of his head again and this time it was sticky, a good sign. Maybe he could avoid stitches.
Greg furrowed his brows at that question because it took him a moment to suss out what exactly Sebastian meant by 'cover me'. "Dude, you might just want to stay home and sleep all day," he mumbled. "But yeah, if you're feeling shiny happy awesome just tell your mom I'm feeling like shit and you're gonna come keep me company." He yawned and it just made his head hurt more, like something was popping in his ear. Stupid crash.
“Well, that’s mostly the plan,” Sebastian agreed. He definitely wasn’t going to get up and mow the lawn and clean the pool like he usually did. He had the feeling he had a pass for his chores for this weekend. He might even have a doctor’s note. “I’m hoping I feel better by late afternoon? I dunno if I’m being realistic. You tell me, you’ve had this before.” He was going to be all kinds of pissed if this weekend was a total bust because of this. Which felt a little selfish, but he’d been looking forward to his date. “This sucks,” he said, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the window. He could hear sirens in the distance, which was probably a good sign. Real help was on its way.
"You're gonna have a headache," Greg told him. "But I don't know, I can't remember." He tended to put negative shit behind him really fast which was probably why he hadn't learned the first time around not to do crazy stunts in stupid locations. He wasn't sure if the sirens were good or bad. Maybe someone was really hurt up front, maybe Victoria had been screaming for a reason. His stomach tightened uncomfortably at the thought. A lot of their friends were there, Jules was there and he had thought he'd heard her talking but he wasn't even sure. He opened one eye to peek at Sebastian. "I'm sure you can go out though. Once they check up on you at the hospital."
The hospital. Sebastian hadn’t even thought about having to go to the hospital. He just wanted to go home, but felt a bit like a baby whining about it, so he held his tongue and just groaned instead. “Dammit,” he muttered. He’d just have to see how he felt, which sucked ass. Opening his eyes, he looked over at Greg. “How’re you feeling?” He felt like he needed to keep checking in, to make sure they were both still okay. He was afraid if he shut his eyes for too long, he might just pass out for a bit.
"Like I drank too much," Greg muttered. "And then someone tap danced on my head." It wasn't fair, they'd won and they should be celebrating. He wanted to earn his Saturday headache, damn it. "Aww shit, you think they'll call our parents?" He'd rather not his mom find out until he could call her himself and assure her he was okay. She never reacted well to him getting hurt though she should have gotten used to it by now.