Snippet #9278

Carson
The nurse finishes rebandaging my wrist and leaves with a small smile, closing the door behind her. I sigh and lean back against the bed. After several minutes of silence I groan quietly and slip out f the bed, my bare feet touching the floor silently. I walk over to Andrew's bed and sit on the edge of it, taking his (uninjured) hand in my own and look at him concerned. "Andrew?" I ask quietly. "Will you please talk to me? I'm tired of all the silence over the last few days. If I don't talk I might forget how to! Please Andrew, talk to me. I am wearing this extremely thin, backless hospital gown, baring my backside to the world, especially how I'm sitting right now. I'm praying silently in my head that Dr. Yanek or whatever his name is doesn't come in and see me like this cause that would be embarrassing, yet you still won't talk to me." I smile a little at my queit attempt of a joke, hoping to lighten the mood some. I lower my voice even more, but don't look away from Andrew. "Please... What's wrong?"