Waking up just proved that a things looked better after a nights sleep was a lie. Flash groaned as he woke, doing his best not to move but knowing that he had to do it. Everything hurt, even the parts of him that hadn't hurt last night were now feeling like he'd been..... well, hit by a car. As much as he hated it, Advil just wasn't going to do it. He didn't take drugs, nothing more then a couple of Advil but now.... shit.
"Fuck." The word grated from between his lips as he slowly pushed himself into something approaching upright, left hand propping him against the wall. Right arm was curled around against his torso, trying to keep his breathing shallow. Walking.... nope.... hobbling his way to the bathroom he managed to find his cellphone along the way. Of all reasons to have to call but.... he didn't know where else to go. He dialed her line, unsure if he wanted her to answer or to just leave a message.
His eyes closed as he waited for a greeting, "Hey its Flash... I need some help."
She heard the phone ringing, and bleary eyed rolled over in bed a hand reaching to smack the alarm clock. After hitting the thing twice and the music still playing, she lifted her head, opening her eyes to realize that it was the phone and not her alarm. "Well shit!" Her hand made a swipe for the phone and ended up knocking it off the dresser. Growling in frustration she tried to reach for it and ended up tumbling out of the bed with her legs caught up in the sheets.
Lori knew the phone was about to go to voicemail, but managed to push the button even though she had not been able to untangle herself yet from the mess she'd made. "Hold on a minute," She mumbled, her voice muffled as she kicked to free herself and then finally she was free of everything with the phone in her hand. Bringing it up to her ear, she sleepily murmured, "Hello?"
She sat up a little straighter when she heard his voice, and then what he said registered, and she blinked. "Flash! Hey, I haven't heard from you in a bit. What is it buddy? What's wrong? You know I got your back."
Even in pain, using the wall to hold himself up, a faint smile touched his lips at the sound of her voice. "You're not going to believe this but... I really could use something stronger then Advil and I really didn't know anyone else to ask."
She had to know how hard this was for him, he'd told her about his mom after all. Besides, she's 'seen' somethings too. He hobbled his way to the toilet, letting the seat down before lowering onto it, teeth clenched in futile attempt to stifle a groan. "I could meet you." Just the thought made him wince, he could barely get from the bed to the bathroom. "Just tell me where and how much."
Flash was right, the tiny goth girl didn't believe it, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to help. "You need pain meds?" She had to clarify, or else she might have just gotten him something all together different. "I can call my guy." Her lips pursed into the tiniest of frowns as she heard him groan into the phone, no matter how much he tried to stifle the sound.
"Good god Flash, what happened? Are you ok?" When he said he could meet her, she shook her head, and then realized he couldn't really see or hear that. "No way! Where are you? I'll bring it to you." She didn't bother to respond about the cost, she had no idea how much pain pills were, nor would she until she'd called her guy. She waited log enough for Flash to tell her where he was at and write it down. "Alright buddy, I will call my dude, pick that up and come bring it to you."
He uncurled his arm slowly from around his ribs to let his hand smooth lightly over his leg, wincing at the swelling around his knee. Ice would probably help but just the thought of it made him cringe. "Yeah, pain meds. I tried some advil but it was like pissing on a forest fire."
"Don't laugh. I got hit by a car. I figured I'd walk it off." Yup, that sounded lame even to him. He was about to protest that he'd meet her when she said she'd come over but then again, he really wasn't sure he'd even make it out of the bathroom and back to the bed never mind meeting her somewhere across town. "I'm hurting too much to argue with you." He tried to make a joke of it, "I'm at my apartment." He gave her the address, making sure she had it down, "Just... come on in. And.... Thanks Riss."
He hung up the phone, eyeing the shower thoughtfully. The idea was a hot shower, that was why he'd gotten out of bed. But the more he considered it, the more he realized he wasn't going to make it there. "Fuck." Muttered soft before he levered himself up from his perch on the toilet and started the painful path back to the bed. He wanted to collapse but... yeah, that would hurt more so he slowly eased onto the mattress. OK, now to just wait for Riss to arrive.
