Without a doubt a lot of writing got done. I finished my first recap for Fear the Walking Dead, and that was about fifteen hundred words total, and then I got into the next scene of the novel, the start of the new new Chapter Fourteen, and I plopped down about five hundred and forty words there. This was after a long day of getting electrolysis from eight until ten AM, and then going into work from eleven to four. Puffy face and all, I finished up like I said because, as Tina Fey and Amy Poehler once pointed out, bitches get shit done.
The last scene ended with Kerry blacking out. Which means this scene is gonna start with . . .
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Kerry returned slowly to conciseness and began to assess his situation. He was on his back, which meant a bed, which meant he was in the hospital. His head hurt and felt bandaged, and while his vision was blurry, he deduced it was from not wearing his glasses instead of having brain damage. His arms were slightly elevated and in casts. His chest was tight and sore. Below the waist he felt numb, like everything was asleep: he couldn’t move his left toes, but he could barely make out his right moving. He did notice his left knee was elevated under the cover, which meant his knee was being repaired.
He was messed up—Day of the Dead level messed up. He took a slight breath and felt the fire spread around his ribs. Kerry closed his eyes and moaned.
Annie looked from where she sat half dozing the moment she heard Kerry. She turned slightly to her left, toward the ward corridor. “He’s awake.” She laid her hand across Kerry’s left and gave it a slight squeeze. “Don’t move, my love. Remain still.”
He managed a tiny smile and shifted his eyes in her direction rather than turning his head. “Did I win?”
A hearty laugh erupted from Nurse Coraline, who’d just walked into the bay. “Spoken like a true racer.”
Now, a bit of racing lore. Way back in 1992 there was an all-star stock car race with a top prize of two hundred thousand dollars, which was big money back then. You had all the best drivers from NASCAR out on the track tearing things up, and on the last lap Kyle Petty spun out and wrecked the leader of the race, Dale Earnhardt, to move into first. However, the line he’d taken meant he wasn’t going as fast as possible, and this allowed Davey Allison to take a better, faster line and beat Kyle to the finish line–where he was promptly spun out to crash, driver-side, into the outside wall at about 140 mph/225 kph. He was knocked unconscious, and once he was cut out of the car–because the driver’s side was messed up so bad they couldn’t pull him out–he was put in a helicopter and airlifted to the nearest hospital.
On the way there he woke up and his first words were, “Did I win?” Because of course you wanna know if you won right after you cheat death. At least that time . . .
Now you kinda know where I got part of the inspiration for the race and accident, though his accident was more of a super speedway type flip down the front stretch. This is where Kerry’s first words come from, words that get a reaction from Annie–
Annie rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face indicated she wasn’t angry. She scooted her chair closer to the head of Kerry’s bed. “Yes, you won. You were the first across the finish line—”
“Though not the first across on their broom.” Coraline waved the privacy curtain closed and stood on the right side of Kerry’s bed, across from Annie. “Alex was awarded that privilege.”
He started to nod and winced. “Ouch.”
“That thing you just did?” Coraline wagged a finger in his direction. “Don’t do it again.”
“Yes, Doctor.” He sighed slowly. “What’s the damage?”
“A lot more than the last time you were hurt like this.” She’d glance at the areas of his body as she ticked off his injuries. “You’ve a serious concussion, far worse than the one you had the last time you crashed like this. The good news is your skull is intact: the bad news is the damage is harsh enough that I’m not clearing you for flight until Wednesday afternoon at the earliest.
“If you hadn’t guessed already, both arms are broken, as is your right wrist. You also broke your collarbone and your right shoulder, and they are likely gonna hurt for a few days after you’re released. You broke seven ribs, and this time there was some internal damage, too: bruising to your liver and spleen.
“Your left leg is broken, and you tore up your left knee again—”
Kerry almost nodded. “I felt it go when I did that move in the Diamond Chicane.”
“You hit the ground?”
“Yeah, just for a second.”
Coraline nodded. “Given your speed, I’m not surprised. Anyway, leg and knee are being repaired. The right leg is good, but your hip is broken. Have you noticed everything from the waist down feels numb?”
This time Kerry nodded and immediately regretted the action. “Yeah.”
“I figured it was better for pain management that way. There was a level I didn’t want to take you over the limit on medication and pain enchantments, so I just numbed you up ‘cause that hip is a bitch to heal.”
Yes, those hips are a bitch to heal, Kerry–maybe you should take it easy in the future? That’s also one of the first times Kerry’s called Coraline “Doctor”, which is really what she is even if she still likes to be addressed as Nurse. But Kerry’s in bad shape. At least magic will heal him up. And Annie’s there, too, not looking quite as distressed this time. Maybe she brought Kerry a present–
Tonight I get into more details, because this is just the cream on top of the latte. The real question is, how did everything else turn out?