Lima Loser - Part Two.

I spotted Dave Karofsky standing in the hallway the next morning, and I wasn’t about to pass up a chance to yell at him. I walked right up to him and got in his face.

“What the fuck do you want?” he gave me a weird look, and then began to talk to Azimio and some other dickhead again.

“Don’t turn your back to me,” I growled.

“Oh my god,” he rolled his eyes and gave me an impatient stare. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, and you can help Puck, too, by staying the hell away from him,” I glared at him. “Oh, and if you so much as look at Kurt, I’m honestly going to tear your ballsack to shreds.”

“Sounds kinky,” Azimio joked, and I could’ve killed him right then and there.

I ignored him, however, and looked back at Karofsky. “You’d better fucking leave everyone alone.”

“Oh, yeah? And what if I don’t?” Karofsky pushed me into a locker he was standing next to. I fell to the floor and immediately felt a sharp pain in my arm, which had been slammed directly into the locker. I clutched my arm, and looked up just in time to see Sam headbutting into Karofsky. It was a hilarious sight, but I was hurting too much to laugh.

Then, Puck came out of nowhere, and started yelling at Karofsky, telling him how much shit he was in for laying a hand on me. And then both Puck and Sam went up to him and while Puck held him back, Sam punched him in the face, not only once, but three times.

I just sat there, feeling like I was in heaven as I watched two incredibly hot guys fight for me. It was too great. Eventually, though, Mr. Schue came along and broke up the fight.

“What’s going on?” Mr. Schue spoke sternly.

“Oh, nothing,” I said cheerfully, still holding my arm at an angle where it hurt the least. “Karofsky just thinks he’s the king of the school again.”

“If I were you, I’d shut it,” Karofsky growled at me.

“What are you gonna do, break my other arm?” I rolled my eyes.

“I…I didn’t break your arm,” he denied it. “I just pushed you away from me, and I didn’t even push you hard enough.”

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure I know what a broken arm feels like. And you pushed me the exact same way you would’ve pushed Kurt.”

Mr. Schue looked over at Karofsky, who’d turned really red in the face. “Is this true?”

He stood quietly, shaking his head a little.

“Yeah, it’s true!” Puck practically screamed. “Everyone saw him do it. And this wouldn’t be the first time he’s pushed a girl.”

“I don’t know anything about this guy,” Sam said. “But I witnessed him push her down, and I couldn’t just not get involved.”

“Alright. I want the three of you to go to the office and discuss it there,” Mr. Schue began. He then looked down at me. “Is your arm really broken?”

“I think so,” I nodded.

“Well, I’m going to have to take you to the hospital to get it checked out,” he stated, leaning down to help me get up. Once I was up and still holding my arm a certain way so that it didn’t hurt as much, Mr. Schue looked at the boys. “To the office.” He then looked at me. “I need you to stay here while I find a substitute to fill in for my Spanish slot this period.”

I nodded, but then Puck spoke up. “I can take her to the hospital, if you don’t mind. I know I’m supposed to go to the office, but I really think I should take her. It would save time for you to find a substitute, and I can deal with the principal later.”

Mr. Schue put on a thinking face, and then slowly nodded. “Okay… yeah. Are you okay with that, Courtney?”

“Yeah,” I smiled a little. Of course I was. I’d feel a lot more comfortable with Puck, anyway. I mean, have you ever sat in a car with a teacher? Shit’s awkward as hell.

“Alright then,” Mr. Schue nodded once again. He then looked over at Puck. “Well, Principal Figgins will be waiting for you when you get back.”

“I know,” Puck said, and then glanced at my arm. “Come on, let’s get going.”

“Good luck,” Mr. Schuester told us before turning the other way to show Sam and Karofsky to the office.

We walked out to Puck’s truck, and he helped me get inside the passenger seat. “How are you doing?”

“I think I’ll make it,” I joked.

He walked around the truck to the driver’s seat, and after quickly turning the truck on, he hurriedly began to back out of the parking spot. He nearly killed the both of us as he sped down the street.

“Are you crazy?!” I asked, angrily.

“Maybe,” he said, staring straight ahead. “I just need to see you safe.”

“Not if you keep driving at this speed,” I informed him. “Seriously, slow down.”

He listened to me, but just slowed down a little bit. We were at the hospital in almost no time at all, and although I was glad to get there quickly, I felt like I was going to puke up my internal organs.

We entered the hospital, and Puck told me he’d take care of the secretary, and that I should just take a seat in the waiting room, while he “negotiated” and tried to get me ahead of the others waiting.

A few minutes later, he walked over to me and shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Stupid bitch up there doesn’t buy my looks. I even offered her a date.”

I smirked. “How soon can I get in?”

“She said she can probably get us in soon. Maybe twenty minutes?...Can you wait that long?”

I laughed at his worriedness. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I looked down at my arm. “It’s just an arm, right? I mean, if they have to cut it off or whatever… Doesn’t that guy from Def Leppard have one arm? He went far in life…”

“Don’t talk like that,” Puck’s face dropped. “It’s just broken. Nobody’s amputating your arm, okay? I promise.”

“Okay,” and I believed him.

“Def Leppard has nine arms and sucks, by the way,” he added, making me feel so much better. Just in case I ever did have to remove my arm.

“Come on, there’s definitely worse,” I stated. “Do I have to remind you of Rebecca Black?”

“That’s true,” he agreed. “And no, you don’t.”

We sat in the waiting room and talked about terrible artists and bands until the secretary told us the doctor was ready to see me. She showed us where exactly to go, and when we both entered the room where the doctor would examine my arm, I sat on the bed-like thing and looked over at Puck, who was standing up and observing a diagram of the vagina on the wall.

I rolled my eyes. “Is this the only reason you wanted to bring me here?”

He spun around and smirked. “One of them, but no.”

I was about to comment on how ridiculous he was, when the doctor opened his door and walked in. “Good morning,” he smiled a little, and then glanced at his clipboard before looking back up at me again. “So, Courtney. What’s the trouble?”

I pointed to my arm and he nodded. “May I ask how you managed to break it?”

“Some idiot pushed me,” I told him.

“Ah. Lemme take a look at it.” He walked over to me and lifted my arm just a little. When he noticed me wince, he said “Yeah, it’s definitely broken. How about we get some x-rays and put a cast on it?”

“Be careful,” Puck told him, and I had to smile at how overprotective he was being.

“Will do,” the doctor replied, and before I knew it, my arm was getting plastered and Puck was holding my other hand as if I was having a baby or something. Oh, how I loved my boyfriend.