lets waste time || colter
Pain couldn't even comprehend the feeling Cole was now facing, after letting the morphine drain for a good seven hours. His forehead was starting to moisten up from trying to override the pain. His nurse told him that due to him being released that evening, that they wouldn't put him on more pain medicine for the reason that he could get sick in the car on the way home. Clutching at the sheets gently, he looked around the room to try to keep his mind off of it. The giant cast laid on the bed, it was elevated by a few pillows to keep the swelling down. Cole knew that Hunter would be arriving soon, and the last thing he needed was hell from him. That wasn't the kind of mood he was in, and he wanted more than anything to just get out of there and leave. Unzipping the sweatshirt that had covered his body, Cole started to hear the creaking of the door, his eyes moved up to see a blonde haired kid walk in. Of course, a trip to the hospital wouldn't be complete with the RayBans and snapback, Cole chuckled to himself. "Took you long enough," He mused, pushing up his body to move it back a bit.
