That one girl

Man in the street

Chapter 3

Man in the Street

The next morning my mom was going to give me a ride to school, but then a knock at the door had appeared. It was John. I told my mom I was getting a ride from my boyfriend. Well, that was a bad idea. There is nothing worse than a mother that is meeting her teenage daughter's boyfriend, even though it seemed quite weird that he was happy to meet her. My mother was so embarrassing. So as soon as they were done talking, I told him to step on it. And therefore he did. As we drove to school, with one of his hands on my leg, and the music pounding against the stereo.  I thought to myself ,what could be any better? Then, he looked me, I looked at him, as he was looking at me I looked at the road. I saw someone in the middle of the street. I couldn't make out a face. Then suddenly, screamed out Johns name and he swerved into some bushes and a few rocks. As soon as we crashed the air bags plunged out into my chest. I looked John and asked him if he was okay. There was no responses so I yelled it "John are you alright?… John answer me!" When there was no answer I did my best to reach for my phone in the back seat. When I couldn't reach it I reached in John's pocket. Once I got it, I looked at the back of my hand and saw blood. I was worried, and quickly called for the police. I slid his phone open,  I was shocked hat their wasnt a password. Anyway, I quickly dialed 911 and for some unknown reason I wanted to cry, and I realized I couldn't feal my leg. Once an operator picked up, I said, "Help me please."

"Ok miss whats the problem."

"My boyfriend and I crashed, I am pretty sure he is unconscious. Also, I can't feel my leg."

"Ok, where are you?"

 "I think we are on the conner of 5th street avenue."

"Ok, we will have people there ASAP."

"Ok, hurry. Please."

5 minutes had passed when they got here. They toed the car out and I fainted at the sight of my leg. There was a bone that was popping out. When I woke up. There was so many people along my bed side in the hospital. Their was my mom, Jake, Ben, my nurse and at my greatest pleasure at the end of my bed was John. I couldn't believe he was alive let alone here, in my room. He looked so worried, and like he wanted to cry. He came closer to me. He closed his eyes, came closer and kissed me, it was slow and soft… almost and magical. I thought to myself again, he is perfect. I looked at him, I saw that he had a broken nose and a broken arm. Also, he has a scratch along the side of his body. he didnt have a shirt on, just a bandge around his abs.The doctor came in. He said that my leg was broken, and John whispered to me, "No duh Dr.Obvious." I laughed. But then the doctor said, "You will be on and off between crouches and a wheel chair, for at least 6 months. I wanted to cry. But when he asked, "Do you have any questions?" I said, 

"You bet my broken little leg I do."

"Cienna!" My mother said furiously.

"Its okay. Ask way."

"Can I get it wet? I mean in water, and do I have to keep this hard cast on, or will I be able to take it off every now or then."

" Haha,you can only get it wet when having plastic on it. Most people use a trash bag or something. Also, you will have to keep the hard cast on for at least two and a half months, at least. But once that comes off you will put on a cast that can come off. We don't recommend it, but if you need a little bit of "fresh air" you can take it off."

"Okay."

"Alright everyone, I am sorry to tell you this, but visiting hours are over. You all can see her tomorrow when she is discharged."

Everyone said goodbye and John gave me another kiss. It was 9 o'clock, and the doctor said that It was on my side to get lots of sleep before I go home. 

The doctor was the last to go so he shut off the lights and shut the door. As I very slowly drifted off to sleep, I kept thinking to myself, no body knows when they are going to die. Why don't people live more like it is their last day? Why don't I? I should. I just kept thinking to myself until I was so overwhelmed, that I just gave out. When I woke there was flowers by my bed. A note was left. It read "That was a bad accident now wasn't it Cienna. Use your real name, it is prettier. I would be more careful with whom you are hanging with. XOXO the man in the street."