Just One More Yesterday

I kept to myself for about an hour and let the guys calm down and warm up before I bothered them again. I made a couple of mugs of hot chocolate which was my favorite drink to keep myself warmed up, and I brought it to them so that I could check on them. I also grabbed my work badge for the hospital and my framed medical license from off of my wall so that I could prove to them that I meant no harm. I don’t know why I had this weird feeling about me, but something definitely wasn’t right about these two world famous rock stars showing up at my front door in the middle of a historic blizzard, bloody and broken. I was quite sure all of the roads on the mountain were closed and had been since late yesterday afternoon in anticipation of what was to come. I wasn’t sure that now was the right time to pry though. There was definitely a trust issue, especially with Pete and I wanted to establish some trust with them.

“Are you guys warming up?” I asked from the walkway to the living room to let them know I was approaching.

“Yes. Thank you.” Patrick said. “You said your name was Charlie, right?”

“That’s me.” I smiled. “I made some hot chocolate. It’s my favorite drink to keep on hand when this weather hits. It should help warm you up too.”

“That sounds awesome. Thank you.”

He took the two mugs from me and looked at the designs on them, one from my trip to France and one from the same trip but from Italy. He kept the Italy one for himself and handed the France mug to Pete.

“Thank you. I’m sorry about out there, in the snow.” Pete spoke quietly.

“No apologies, please. I want to show you these to prove that I am who I say I am. I am a trauma surgeon at the hospital about an hour up the road. My colleagues and I take turns working storms like these and this was my storm off hence the reason me being buckled down in here and not at the hospital. I’m also one of the head doctors up on one of the mountain rescue bases. I do keep a small stash of medical supplies in my basement in case the mountain base needs something quickly, so if you don’t mind, I would like to look you guys over and take care of whatever I can, but only if you are comfortable doing that.”

I showed them my things and watched as Patrick and Pete looked at each other for a second. Pete handed me back my medical license certificate before speaking.

“I trust you.” He said.

“So do I.”

I smiled at them. “Okay. I’m going to go see if I have any clothes that will fit you. I’m pretty sure a buddy of mine has some clothes here that should work.”

My secluded house served as a getaway for a friend of mine that I had gone to medical school with. I have no idea why he felt the need to leave some clothes in the room he always stayed in as if it was his room and his room only, but right now I was thankful that he did it. I had never had any reason to come look through the drawers and closet to see what the left, so I was shocked to find a little bit of everything from ski and hiking clothes to lounge clothes and workout clothes. I grabbed a couple of shirts and lounge pants and some boxers and socks and headed back downstairs.

“Alright guys. I’m going to look you over real good and then have you go stand in the shower to clean up some and then I’ll take care of whatever needs to be take care of, alright?”

They nodded as I moved around and knelt down beside Patrick, letting him take the lead on uncovering himself. I examined his feet and legs first and surprisingly found no signs of frostbite which was shocking considering they were way under dressed for the weather conditions. He had a good gash on one knee and the other was very bruised but no broken bones. He laid back on the floor, grimacing as he did so. He had a very nice dark bruise running across the lower part of his stomach right above his man stuff that looked like something with an edge had been pushed into him or he had been pinned between something. Patrick grabbed the corner of the blanket and bit on it as I pushed around the bruise making sure his stomach wasn’t rigid would have signified internal bleeding to me, but his stomach was soft. Other than a pretty deep gash on his side and face and a lot of bruises, he checked out okay.

Pete was sporting a nice gash on the inside of one of his legs that was going to be fun to stitch up decently thanks to the jagged edges of the wound. I couldn’t help but smile at his world famous tattoo on is lower stomach that my daughter Raegan promise me she was going to get as soon as she turned eighteen. I had promised her that I would take her the day of her birthday to get whatever tattoo that she wanted.

“What’s so funny?” Pete asked

“I’m sorry. Nothing is funny about the situation you guys are in. I couldn’t help but chuckle because I have a daughter that absolutely loves Fall Out Boy and she swears up and down that the day she turns eighteen she is going to get your tattoo.”

“You can’t be old enough to have a daughter. You look eighteen. You don’t even look old enough to have that medical license.”

“Well, believe it or not, I do.”

“How old is your ---- FUCK!” He hissed as I ran my hand lightly over his bruised side revealing some definitely broken ribs.

“Shit! I’m sorry! I know that hurt. I’m so sorry.”

I left him alone for a second to catch his breath which was a painful task to do with broken ribs. I didn’t touch him again until he gave me the green light to do so. There wasn’t much I could do for the broken ribs but wrap his chest up good and help keep him comfortable. His shoulder was also dislocated and he too had a gash on his head that could use some stitches.

“Are you okay?” I asked him after I had finished looking him over.

“Yeah, I’m just hurting. I’m sorry I yelled like that.”

“Hey, I know you’re hurting. Trust me, I’m used to a lot worse. I get swung at and grabbed and everything in between.”

He smiled weakly and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

I let them rest a little bit longer and then I helped them both to the downstairs bathroom and helped them get cleaned up so I could see what I was working with as far as the wounds go. I got them back in front of the fireplace and went down to the basement to get what I needed to get them stitched up and taken care of. I was hoping to get some sort of information out of them while I was cleaning them up. I did have one major question for them though, wasn’t there two more guys in the band? Had they been with Patrick and Pete and if so, were they still out in this weather?