Title:           (5) Gaynon almost dies (but he doesn't)
Author:          muhninja
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First Edit:      Tuesday 6th of January 2015 01:32:47 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 6th of January 2015 03:47:22 PM CDT

>I woke up in the hospital
>Welp, better than waking up in Heaven
>Or was it
>I've always been pretty religious, even if I was gay
>Gone to church for a while, after I moved to Canterlot, I mainly had to go to school most of the time
>I should really start going back
>And I'm out again
>And I'm back again
>They wouldn't mind if I was gay right? If I went back
>Most churches are actually pretty tolerant
>They try to love everybody, just like the Bible says
>Wait, but I kissed Applejack
>Am I straight now
>And I'm out again
>And I'm awake again
>I can't really worry about my orientation right now, I got bigger things to worry about.
>My vision is blurry
>Somethings poking me in the arm
>Owwww
>I think I said that out loud
>But it probably sounded like "ugggghhhhh"
>Whatever is in that IV it's making me....
>And I'm out again
>I wake up
>This time I'm not tired
>My vision's not blurred
>But man am I in pain
>My head hurts
>My left arm and left leg are screaming
>My right side, surprisingly just cuts
>But my left side was covered in blue and black spots
>Funny, I don't have vitiligo
>But seriously though
>I guess it looks like my reckless driving has finally landed me in the hospital
>I look on a nearby nightstand
>There's cards, flowers, a teddy bear, balloons, all kinds of stuff
>In rushes a nurse
>And my parents
>"Alright, he's a wake, just be gentle with him....
>"ANON!!!" My mom practically taclkes me. "Ohhh my poor baby! Why did you do this to yourself?!?!"
>My dad came over
>"Glad to see you're still kicking champ."
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>After all the formalities, you know, the matter being that I haven't seen my parents in a year, I remember my friends
>Look at the nightstand
>I turn to the nurse
"Do you know where my phone is?"
>"We have all your personal belongings in storage, they've been in there since the accident."
"How long have I been here"
>"Not long, about a week. You're extremely lucky you aren't comatose. A drunk driver hit you pretty hard. They were coming into the intersection going 40. In a Super Duty pickup."
>My mom looks on the verge of tears
>I smile at her
"I'm not going anywhere, don't worry"
>She just came over and hugged me
>After a few hours of just talking my parents left.
>They actually left some presents with me
>My mom got me one of those huge novelty cards. This thing was at least 2 feet.
>My dad got me some booze (not in front of my mom of course). Some Don tequila. He knew I was quite the alcohol connisuer
>Maybe that's a polite name for an alcoholic
>Is getting drunk half the time considered alcoholism?
>Whatever
>The nurse comes back in
"Oh, uh, nurse. Does the school know that I'm taking a sick day?"
>She gives me a smile
>"They already know and have agreed to hold onto your schoolwork until you recovered."
>Great
>The schoolyear is almost over and now you have about a week's worth of work piled up.
>Probably more, I'm not in any condition to leave yet
>The nurse injects me with more morphine
>Oh yeah, this could easily replace the alcohol and weed.
>I feel like I can fly
>The bandages on my arm and leg says otherwise though.
>If the school knows that I'm bedridden, the girls must've caught wind that I almost died
>Not to mention my other group of friends
>But they were teenage guys, they would be scared, but they knew I did stupid stuff like this
>I wish I could talk to the girls though
>I see one of the cards on the table
---
>It's signed by every one of the girls
>Twilight
>Fluttershy
>Pinkie PIe (in BIG letters)
>Rainbow Dash
>Rarity
>Sunset Shimmer
>And Applejack
>With a heart
>Dawww, dats cute
>I ended up staying in the hospital for about a month or so
>Turns out my arm and leg were broken on impact, I got severe whiplash, and my head hit the console of the car so hard it broke the plastic.
>Not what I would call healthy for the body
>I left and stayed at home for a couple days
>I tried to stay away from the booze, I think the painkillers still have an effect on me.
>I'd probably try to jump off the roof and almost die again.
>I just hung around the house a couple of days
>I remembered to check my phone
>Ewwwww
>That's a nasty crack
>And there is blood all over the casing
>How did I survive again?
>Oh right, seatbelt
>But it was a side impact....
>Anyways, I go to check email
>Not much, just ads, schoolwork, stuff from the guys at work, etc.
>Then text messages
>4 unread messages
>1 from twilight: hey anon, did you get home safe?
>Maybe I should reply with: I don't know, why don't you tell me?
>1 from Rainbow Dash: Hey Anon it's not like you to not respond, call back as soon as you can
>1 from Fluttershy: Hey anon, please call back soon as possible. That is if you don't mind
>1 from Applejack: call back soon hon'. We're worried about you.
>Great. Nothing since before the accident.
>Come to think of it, I haven't really gotten any phone calls or texts since then
>Not including that card
>No one asking if I was out of the hospital
>No one asking how I was
>I checked my facebookŪ
>There were a few notifications
>People writing on my wall
>The girls, a couple of my other friends, even one of my teachers?
>Why is my teacher my friend on facebook?
>That's lame
>It was all just like "get well soon, get better anon, etc."
>All the normal crap
>But now it's back to the old grind
>And time to face all my stupid problems again.
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>Alright, I'm extremley lucky for surviving a full on tackle from a 5 ton vehicle doing 40
>But it turns out I'm not completely unscathed from the accident
>I was walking to the bathroom, and all of a sudden I felt my leg literally crack from my own body weight
>I cried out
"Help, I've fallen and I can't get up!"
>Wait, I don't have life alert
>Better call 911
>"911: what's your emergen-"
"Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!"
>So I'm whisked away to the hospital, and turns out the fracture on my leg is actually pretty bad
>It needs a metal rod implanted in it to keep steady
>Oh and here's the kicker: I'll never walk the same or be able to do anything really strenuous.
>Ever
>I can't go back to work
>I can't support myself
>I have no car anymore
>No source of income
>Was that yellow light really worth it?
>These are the deep questions, man.
>If I have no income, my car is totaled, and I'm graduating in the next few months, what do I do?
>The doctor suggests moving back in with my parents in Baltimare
>I'd have some money to live off of, a place to sleep, transportation, food.
>Or I could just have them send me money
>No, no. That was stupid, my income needed to support me is at least around $2k a month, they can't support me like that. It'd be easier to just move back with them
>But what about all my friends?
>What about the girls?
>I can't just move away like that
>What if I found a job where I didn't have to do manual labor
>Something matching my skill set
>My skills?
>Well I can do basic math
>And uhhhh... I know a lot about liquor and weed
>I could always become a bartender
>If I was 21
>Awww crap, looks like my options are limited