(Medic): Hmmm, you’ve definitely cracked at least 2 ribs and there’s substantial swelling around your chest area aswell; I don’t there are any breaks though. You’re lucky you don’t have a punctured lung.
(Butch): Yeah, I feel lucky, try having a 230-pound Clown jump on top of your chest with all of his weight and see if you have substantial swelling around your chest.
The medic lightly laughs nervously as he pulls out a roll of gauze from his first aid kit.
(Medic): I’ll need to get your ribs taped up, Mr Parker but I wouldn’t recommend any in-ring competition for the next few weeks.
(Butch): Yeaaahhhh….that’s not happening. I don’t know if you’re aware but I’m facing Senester in a couple of weeks. You got any mega-strength painkillers that can tide me over? (Medic): Erm….I’ll have a look…
The medic searches his first aid kit for a long moment before he pulls out a soda can-sized tub. He hands them over to Butch who examines the wording on the label.
(Medic): These are tramadol, 800 milligrams; take one twice a day. A week on these and you probably won’t feel a thing come Blood, Sweat and Tears.
A smile creeps across Butch’s face at the medic’s analysis of the painkillers.
(Butch): Braw, that’ll do. Just strap me up and I’ll be on my way.
The medic begins unravelling the gauze bandage and wrapping it around Butch’s upper torso when his cell phone, sitting on the bed next to him, begins to ring. He awkwardly picks it up and answers whilst trying to let the medic attend to his injuries. The positive tone of Butch’s voice indicates it’s his wife, Wisdom, on the other end of the line.
(Butch): Hey baby, how’s my gorgeous girl?
Wisdom’s laugh can be heard on the other end of the phone.
(Wisdom): I’m fine babe, my back’s getting a little sore so I’ve been doing some exercises to try and ease it. The stupid midwife is trying to get me to go in early. How are you though? What about what Senester said after your match?
(Butch): I’m okay, ribs a wee bit bruised but nothing I’ve not had before. Don’t worry about Senester; I’m sure he’s just being his usual cryptic self. I’ll keep my wits about me sweetheart. I’ll speak to the midwife aswell; see if we can get something sorted out. You’re only 33 weeks so there’s still another 2 months before the baby’s due.
(Wisdom): Don’t worry about Senester? That’s not an ordinary sentence Butch! Just be careful. I’ve get enough on my plate without worrying about what that psycho has planned for you.
(Butch): I know Honey, I know. I’ll call you back in an hour or so okay; I can barely talk with this first aid guy trying to mummify me. I love you!
Wisdom laughs again at Butch’s last comment.
(Wisdom): Okay baby, I love you too!
The call ends and Butch tosses the cell phone next to him as the medic continues to wrap Butch up.
(Butch): You gonna use anymore because any more and I’m going to look like an extra from “The Mummy Returns”….
(Medic): No, that should about do it, Mr Parker. If you’re determined not to rest up, I would still highly recommend no exercise or drills that involve your ribs and midsection ie sit-ups, sparring etcetera. Anything that may have a negative impact on your ribs.
(Butch): Fair enough, cardio and bag work it is then for the next few days. Thanks pal.
Butch hops off the bed, grabbing his cell phone and the tub of pills the medic gave him and he leaves the first aid room as the scene fades to black.
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