Page 90 of Jackass

Suddenly, the bed moved, lifting just the upper half of my body until I was sitting up. That was when it dawned on me. Looking around the room, I realized I was in a hospital.

I was the one Jack was worried about.

“What happened?”

“What do you remember, Sammy?”

“I’ll get the doctor, Jack.” I watched Jingles leave the room and then turned to Jack.

“What is the last thing you remember?” Jack asked again.

“I was sitting at the bar with Jingles, talking.”

“Then what?” Jack prodded.

“Then I woke up here. What happened, Jack? Where’s Charlie?”

I was starting to panic.

“Charlie is fine. She’s at the clubhouse with Beck and Blade,” he assured me.

“What happened, Jack? Why am I in the hospital?”

“We aren’t sure, baby. Jingles said you were sitting at the bar talking and you suddenly started slurring and got weak. But you hadn’t even finished one drink, so you weren’t drunk.”

The doctor walked in and came to stand beside the bed.

“Mrs. Reynolds, I am Dr. James. I have your test results. I would like to go over them with you.” The doctor looked at Jack and Jingles. “If you could both step outside for a moment.”

“Fuck no, I’m not leaving her alone,” Jack barked, standing from his chair next to my bed.

“Jack,” Jingles said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

I reached out for Jack’s hand.

“It’s ok, Doctor, you can tell me with them both here.”

“Samantha, I can step outside.”

“No, Jingles, you’ll be told later, anyway. Just stay.”

“Mrs. Reynolds,”

“Sam, please,” I told the doctor.

I hated being reminded I was a Reynolds. Even though Charlie had the same last name, it didn’t stop me from wishing neither of us had it.

“Sam, without having a history of any kind on file, we have a protocol when someone comes in displaying your symptoms. The first thing we ran was a tox screen.”

“She wasn’t fucking drunk.”

“Jack, please. Let him finish,” I pleaded.

“We were told when your friend brought you in that you had been at a bar and only had a half a drink before you started displaying signs of being drunk. So we ran a drug screen.”

“Oh my fucking God. What the fuck, Doc? She doesn’t use drugs. What the hell happened?”

“Jack, if you don’t sit down and shut up, Jingles will drag you out of this room and I won’t let you back in. Let the doctor finish!” I scolded.

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