Plastered - Chapter 5

Wednesday came and went pretty quickly.  Tom left for work early and left me in bed.  When I got up I sent him a teasing picture of me standing in front of the full length mirror with nothing but my white cast on.  He responded back with a request for more, so I indulged his dreams.  The steps seemed to be the most difficult part of having the cast, but at least he angled my knee and ankle to the point I could place the foot on the floor a bit.  When Tom got home it was pretty much the same as the night before, except dinner was at the table with my casted foot in his lap and sex was on the couch.  “When do you think I can get this off” I asked as we sat on the couch half naked watching the TV.  “I don’t know” Tom halfhearted replied as he never took his gaze off the TV.  “Tom” I said as I wiggled my toes sticking out the end of the cast in his lap.  “Yes” he responded as he looked over at me.  “Paint my nails” I said as I smiled at him.  Tom grinned back at me as he gently lifted my casted leg from his lap while standing up.

The all-day rain kept me inside for the whole day on Thursday.  I continued to wonder when the cast would be coming off as I sat on the couch watching the rain fall outside.  When Tom got home he fixed dinner and pampered me once again.  Once again I asked about the removal of the cast, as Tom helped me into the bathtub, but he gave me no idea when it would be.  He washed me while I kept the large plaster cast propped up on the edge of the tub trying not to get it wet.  As I lay in bed that night with my casted leg under the covers my mind started to wonder if I would ever get the cast off.  I was unsure of how to get it off myself and even if I did figure it out, how upset would Tom be with me for removing it.  When Tom came into the room he pulled the blanket off my casted leg and began to draw pictures and names on the smooth white surface of the cast.  “Tom” I firmly said.  He stopped and looked up the length of the cast at me.  “I would like to get on with my life, maybe we can use more of the stuff this weekend to put another one on” I replied.  Tom said nothing as he went back to drawing on the cast.  I laid back in the bed with a deep sigh realizing at that point the cast would only come off when Tom was ready for it to come off and I would just have to coupe with it for a while.

Friday morning was not much different than the two previous mornings with the exception of my weekly run with the neighbor across the street, Clair.  Once I got moving I slipped on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts.  I was not going jogging, but the shorts fit over the cast very easily and were comfortable to wear around the house all day.  A simple text message to Clair about how I was not feeling well and could not go running I felt was all that was needed.  Then I crutched around the house picking up and deciding what to do with the rest of my day.  As I laid in bed that morning I decided that I might just play this leg cast thing out.  At some point I will have to leave the house and Tom will then be forced to remove it, then I will get my way.  While placing Tom’s breakfast dish in the sink my phone, which was on the coffee table in the front room, started to ring.  I quickly placed my arms in my crutches and made my way into the front room.  “Hello” I said as I picked the phone up from the table.  “What’s wrong” Clair’s voice came back over the phone.  “No biggie, just don’t feel that good” I replied as I struggled to sit down on the couch.  “I’ll be right over” Clair said and hung up before I got a chance to reply.  As I sat looking at my casted leg, I soon realized that Clair was about to find out.  What was I going to do?  Could I hide the cast under some blankets?  Can’t do that, need to get up and open the door.  I can’t just send her away, she is my best friend.  I could make up a lie and tell her I broke it?  But then she will be upset that I did not tell her sooner.  I could tell her truth?  That puts Tom’s image in a strange light.  What do I do?

I was staring blankly at the white plaster covering my leg when the doorbell rang.  Then before I could get my hands on my crutches Clair rapped her knuckles against the door.  I took a deep breath as I stood up on my uncasted foot and balanced on my crutches.  “She’s going to find out anyway” I said to myself as I started to make my way to the door.  I unlocked the door and turned the knob as I stood back slightly behind the door.  “Hey sweetie” Clair said as he face came into view.  “What’s wrong” she continued as she stepped closure toward the opening.  “I just don’t feel well” I replied as I peered from around the door.  “Are you sure you don’t need anything” Clair continued to insist as she seemed to be trying per around the door.  “I’m good, just need to rest for a bit” I replied trying to close the door.  Then Clair suddenly placed her hand against the outside of the door and stopped it from closing.  “Juliette” she firmly said as she extended her arm and pointed toward the bottom of the door, “what is that?”  My surprise was genuine when I looked down to find the crutch from my right arm had become visible from behind the door.  I looked back at Clair as took a deep swallow as I leaned back opening the door completely.  Clair gasped as my entire casted right leg became visible.  “What the…” Clair stammered as she stood in disbelief.  I simple shrugged my shoulders and invited her in.