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Damaged

Part I: Physical

Confusion...

Pain...

Fear...

Why is it so dark? And what is that beeping noise? Is ... is that my alarm? Am I late for work?

Hmm ... think hard...

It's familiar ... but not _that_familiar...

Eyes ... are closed? Why do they feel so ... weird? Why do I feel so weird?

God, that beeping just doesn't stop, I suppose I should find out what that is...

URGHH!

Why is it so bright in here? It's too early to be this bright...

Is it early though? What time is it?

So many questions, so few answers, it's too early for this ... I think.

Sigh

Well come on then you're an adult, deal with it. Open your eyes _slowly_this time and turn off that horridbeeping.

The faint outline of the room gradually came into focus. White everywhere; a figure sitting in chair in the back corner; huge windows allowing ungodly amounts of light to pour in.

Where the fuck is that beeping coming from?

"Agh!"

I yelped aloud as I tried to move my head in an apparently vain attempt locate the source of the noise. Why did that hurt? That usually doesn't hurt.

"Zeke?"

The figure in the chairlookedup and started towalk overto me. Ablack wolfdog; he's familiar. Do I know him? I think I know him.

"Zeke, are you awake?" he askedwhiletaking a firmhold of my left paw.

"Yes?" I replied. I didn'tfeel very confident about that answer, although I'm not reallysure why.

"Do you know who I am?" he continued, looking me straight in the eyes. His were green; I really like that color.

I laid silently for a moment while my brain decided to query its data bank of memories.

"Yes, you're Max ... my best friend."

"Good," he replied, exhaling what looked like a sigh of relief. "Do you know where you are, or how you got here?"

I paused again, letting my mind run it's unusually slow query.

Result:

Nothing; No Data found.

That's odd...

I looked around while trying not to move my head; I don't think I've been here before.

"No, I don't remember," I slowly admitted, looking back up to him. For whatever reason he didn't seem too surprised about that answer.

"Zeke, you were in a car accident, you're in the hospital right now." He gripped my paw firmly with one of his own and started gently rubbing my arm with his other. It felt nice.

"Hmm..." I replied, casually looking around the room again. "That doesn't sound like me."

I think I would remember a car accident. Iremember that I was getting ready for work ... I must have fallen back asleep!

"What?"

Why was he looking at me like that?

"I must have overslept, what time is it?" I tried to shuffle up in bed but was met with a bolt of pain shooting through my chest. I gasped sharply before deciding that I would not like to try that again.

"No don't try and move, and it's uhh ... gimme a sec..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone, glancing at it briefly before returning it back into it's fabric pouch. "...3:30 in the afternoon."

"Oh no, I'm really late for work. I ... I need to get ready."

"No, no don't move, you don't have to go to work, you were in a car accident!" he exclaimed, squeezing my paw.

Not this again!

"Look Max, I really need to be going," I explained. "We can hangout later, but now I need you to help me get up. For some weird reason it seems to hurt when I try and move."

"Uh, sure..." he muttered, looking aroundthe room. "I just need to go and grab one thing, I'll ... just be a second."

"Alright, but can you please hurry, Murray's probably mad enough as it is that I'm this late."

Murray was a pretty okay boss if you just put your head down and did your thing, but is less understanding when there is a problem. I don't like making problems for Murray.

I laid and waited in bed for Max to return, discovering in fact that I was not in my bed, nor was I dressed in my own clothes. These were not my usually comfy sheets, and my right arm was wrapped up in some weird contraption so that I couldn't move it. Why can't I move it?

He returned with a shorter and heavy-set red panda in tow who came right up to the side of the bed.

"How are you feeling Mr. Ravalski?"

Hehad a fairly deep voice; it didn't seem to match his stature.

"Okay," I replied. "It sort of hurts but I really must be going, I'm already quitelate for work."

I don't think Murray is going to be happy.

"Mr. Ravalski, I'm sorry to be the one to inform you of this but you were in an automobile accident this morning, and as a result you won't be going to work today, or for the next little while I'm afraid."

I didn't like that answer.

"I don't like that answer," I said.

He chuckled a little. I didn't think it was very funny.

"Well that may be so, but I'm afraid it's the truth," he explained. He shot a glance at Max who stepped back and pulled out his phone again.

"But I need to go to work!"

Why couldn't they see that I was going to be late? I don't think that Murray will be happy about this.

"Here," the wolfdog said as he joined the doctor on the opposite side of the bed. He placed his phone up against my ear. "It's Murray."

Oh no, Murray is not going to be happy.

"H-hello?" I squeaked.

I don't think I want to talk to Murray.

"Zeke?"

The low rumble could be nobody else but Murray.

"Yes," I murmured nervously.

"It's Murray, I heard that you were in a car accident. Listen to the doctor and don't come into work until you're feeling better. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," I again murmured nervously.

"I'll call you in a few weeks, feel better, get better."-click

"Okay," I said to nobody on the phone.

Why wasn't Murray mad? That wasn't like Murray, not like Murray at all.

"Does that clear things up for you?" asked Max, taking his phone back and pocketing it.

"I suppose so," I replied. Sighing heavily I looked up at the ceiling; it was an ugly beige color.

"Now that we have that mattersettled, I'd suggest that you lie back and try to get some rest. I'll have the doctor come by in a bit to check on you."

"Okay," I mumbled, slowly tuning out the world and that rather insistent beeping.

I didn't have to go to work today!

~~

Several days later we were pulling up to a drab concrete apartment block, one among a dozen of nearly identical buildings that dotted the surrounding streets. The sun, sinking low in the sky, splayed long shadows from the trees in the complex's small park.

"You're sure this is okay?" I asked. I didn't want to make eye contact with him, I felt horriblefor putting him in this situation. It's not like I reallyhad a whole lot of other options, but that didn't stop me from regretting the circumstances.

"Of course Zee, I wouldn't want it any other way." Max's words and demeanor were at least partially encouraging, and him using my childhood nickname did subtly put me at ease. Even if he didn't really mind, it's still a horrible thing to have to do to a friend.

"Okay, but if you want me to-" I started, before Max put a stop to it.

"Don't you worry about that, it's been far too quiet since Jason left. I think it'll be good for the both of us to have one another around for awhile."

Jason seemed to be a nice enough guy during the few times I had met him, but he apparently had 'control issues'. They broke up a few months ago.

We pulled into his designated spot andIhad begun to open my door when I felt a paw on my shoulder.

"Just wait for me to come around, I don't want you falling and getting hurt. You're still coming off whatever they were pumping you full of in there."

I turned to him to argue, but only managed to open my mouth before those green eyes silenced me. It probably was for the best that we didn't start fighting before we had even had a chance to start rooming together.

Side by side we slowly, and I do mean slowly, walked up and into the building before making our way to his small one bedroom apartment. The elevator was old, cramped, and noisy but I was thankful to have it. Climbing seven stories of stairs was not on my 'things I want to do' list at the moment.

He unlocked and gently ushered me into his small apartment. It wasn't messy, nor was it spotless. It was lived in, which is what I think I'd be most comfortable with.

"Are you hungry?" he inquired as he helped me take off my shoes. My legs were still more than a little sore and having an arm in a sling can really dampen your freedom of movement.

I looked into the kitchen and at the red digital readout on his stove.

20:47

"I'm alright, I ate before they released me."

He nodded and gave me a quick smile before leading me into his domain. I had been here before, quite a many times in fact over the years. But once Jason entered the picture the visits began to become more infrequent; nothing unexpected though and I certainly don't fault either of them. They had their own lives together that came with new friends, while I on the other hand was never much of a sociable person. Crowds make me nervous, and I'm usually too reserved to talk to new people.

"What would you like to do Zee? Watch some TV, a movie? Whatever you want, we can do it." He looked almost excited to have me over and I could see his tail wag around behind him.

Another wave of relief washed over me as he began listing off other mundane activities that we could partake in. It was like a child who was having his first play date with a friend from school. Actually if you could go back and take a video of when I first came over to hang out at his house when we were in elementary school, I'd think the resemblance would be uncanny. I smiled as he showed me the few minor changes he had made to place since the last time I had been over. It was just so ... normal, it was relaxing in a way I suppose.

"Actually ... I'm sort of tired. Would you mind if I just took it easy for the night and crawl into bed?" It was the truth, but I was still relieved when the words didn't seem to hamper Max's spirit.

"Of course, you've had a long day. Let's get you settled in."

I followed him to the bedroom, his sole large bed taking up most of the space, save for a lone dresser with a television on top, tucked tightly against a side wall.

"Alright, what do you normally wear? Lounge pants? Shorts?" He stood by his dresser looking at me, waiting for a response.

I hadn't thought about this. We had decided to go pick up my prescriptions and a bag full of clothes from my place tomorrow, but it never occurred to me to think about what I wanted to sleep in tonight. I currently had a pair of overly baggy sweatpants on, but they had gotten a bit grimy from a few errands we had to run before coming back to his place.

"Um, lounge pants if you have, also ... maybe a new t-shirt if you don't mind?"

"Coming right up!" he cheerily replied. He dug through his drawer and pulled out a set of clothes that were to his liking beforeplacing them on the bed behind him. "Alright, they're probably going to be a little big but I think we'll manage."

Big was going to be a bit of an understatement. Max had a solid 6" on me along with at least 100 pounds, additionally he appeared to like a very loose fit in his loungewear.

"Why don't you sit on the bed and we can concentrate on doing your shirt first." He beckoned to a spot on the top of the mattress and made his way in front of me.

It's not easy trying to maneuver a shirt around a cast, but with my right arm in a sling there wasn't much else we could do except slowly work at it. Thankfully the overly large clothing helped us in this case and after a few minutes of struggling we were good to go.

The pants fared no worse, other than for the fact that I couldn't really dress myself at the moment, so I relied heavily on him tugging them up and more importantly tying the waistband tightly around me. There wasn't exactly much point to having pants on it they just fell off all the time.

And just like that I was dressed and tucked into bed, well on my way to falling asleep.

"Goodnight Zee," Max said, closing the bedroom door behind him. I smiled back before wiggling into a comfortable position.

It was still early for him, and he had decided to watch TV for a bit before coming to bed. I don't blame him, and depending on how I feel I think I might join him tomorrow.

~

I awoke to the not so subtle pressure building in a specificarea of minethat needed addressing. I slowly rolled over trying not to wake the softly breathing black canine next to me. Shimmyingout of bed onto my not so steady paws I budgeted a few seconds in order for me to get my bearings. The clock next to his TV said '2:37' as I walked past on my way to the bathroom whilea low dull pain ached across my body as my medicationhad started to wear off in earnest.

OnceI wasstanding in front of the toilet for a few momentsI realized that I now faceda bit of adilemma: Full bladder in the early hours of the morning and I discoveredthat I couldn't pull my pants down.

The strings seemed to have twisted into a knot when I hadmoved around while sleeping, and Max had tied them tight enough around me that I couldn't pull my pants down without undoing them. Just my luck as well that these pair didn't have one of those open or button-upfronts either.

What do you do in a time like this? You've already embarrassed yourself so much in front of your closest friend, and yet you know he's always willing to keep helping without so much as a second thought. Inside my mind though, the self-esteem bar was already at an all-time low, hell I couldn't even manage to dress myself. Do I seriously have to go and ask him for help using the bathroom?

The alternative?

Try to hold on until morning? I know already that that will only end in disaster.

Sit here struggling and hope that I can wriggle myself free? Again, a lot of risk in that.

In the end, I suppose I would rather preemptively ask him for help rather than put myself in a situation where I had to go to him for assistance with a cleanup. Why do I have to be making these types of decisions at such an ungodly time in the morning?

I reluctantly made up my mind and crept back down the hall.

"Max?" I said aloud into his bedroom. "Max?"

I was nervous, I was scared, I was defeated.

He quickly rolled over on mysecond calland saw me standingin the doorway, the faint light in the hall likelysilhouetting my figure. He quickly stoodup and hurried over to me.

"Are you alright Zee?" he mumbled sincerely. He was rubbing his eye a bit but placed his paw on my shoulder as he came up to me.

"I ... I need some help." I felt awful and you could certainly hear it in my voice.

"What's wrong?" he quickly asked. I'm sure he tried to give me a visual once over but I don't think he could see anything in the dim light.

"I need to go to the bathroom but ... but I can't get my pants down." My voice was cracking at the end; this was so embarrassing.

The brief silence that ensued only managed to make me feel worse.

"It's alright Zee, I'm here for you. Come on." I could feel his paw on my back as he guided me towards the bathroom. The general darkness of the apartment was broken when he flicked on the hallway light.

"Ah, it's all knotted up," he said softly while fiddling rather clumsily with my pants.

I couldn't look at him as he worked, but felt the tears welling up in my eyes out of a combination of frustration and failure.

"There we go."

The pants fell to the floor with a gentle _fwump,_and I made my way to the toilet. Standing in front of it I was againfaced with adecision. I felt not quite dizzy but rather unsteady. As a result I'm not sure how 'accurate' I might be with this whole standing thing. I turned and began to sit down, but a sharp pain shot through my legs and I felt them give out. I fell, or at least I would have fallen, if it weren't a pair of pawscatching me and slowly setting me down on the seat of the toilet.

"Don't worry Zee, I've got you."

My head pressed into his chest for a moment and I both caught a hint of his scent and realized that he was only in a pair of boxer briefs. My ears flushed red as he slowly pulled away before taking a seat on the lip of the bathtub across from me.

"Do you want me to give you some privacy?" he asked. "I can go but I don't think you should try and get up without me around."

I don't know what it was about seeing him right then but I felt so uncomfortable, yet so ... safe? Was it because he was almost naked? No, I don't think so. I had seen him like that before, hell even more naked than that. We would go swimming a lot as kids and neither of us had any issue changing in front of the other. Still, with him there in from of me, I felt protected, as if he would be there to help me through anything that might come up, and keep me safe against any threat. But what seriously would threaten me in the bathroom?

"It's alright," I mumbled quietly. "I'll just be a minute."

He nodded and closed his eyes, placing his head into his paws before lightly massaging it.

Well, as I'm as alone as I'm going to be, may as well get this over with.

"AHH FUCK!!!"

That was not a nice feeling, not a nice feeling at all.

"What's wrong?" Max asked quickly, looking at me with considerable concern.

"Sorry ... it just hurts ... to go." My eyes were watering and I had clenched my jaw tightly shut. This was not going to be fun.

"The doctor said it might, and I bet your pain meds have worn off."

I sighed, taking a few deep and heavy breathes. He was undoubtedly right and I hoped that I wouldn't have to go again before I could get a chance to pick up my prescriptions. I'm certainly not a common consumer of anything in pill form but I think I'll be begging for drugs by the end of this.

"Here," he said, placing his left paw in my own. "When it hurts, you squeeze this as hard as you can. We can tough it out as a team Zee, we're in this as a team."

I looked at him nervously, but his confidence pushed back the fear in my mind. He was right, we ... I can do this, and I did. It was not fun, it hurt ... a lot, but he was there. I cried, more than a little, but he was there. His paws gently running up my arm and across my face, wiping away the stray tears.

Washed up and re-dressed we made our way back to the bedroom and together laid back down under the sheets.

"Thanks Max ... and sorry." My voice pierced the silence a few moments after we had both found our comfortable positions.

"Anytime you need anything Zee, you let me know. I'm here for you. However stupid or embarrassing you might think it is, I want to help you with it and nothing will get in the way of our friendship."

I reached over and gave him a pat on his shoulder with my good paw before returning to my sleeping spot.

"Thanks Max, you're a good friend."

I couldn't see him, but I think he smiled. I smiled. It was nice.

End

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