The Darker Side of Me

Chapter 5: Apologies

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, we were settled in a room, me on a bed and Dylan besides me in a chair, and the nurse was already standing at the side of the bed. I was extremely happy to see that one of my mom's best friends, Cleo, was my nurse. She went quickly through the typical questions that were to be asked, like if I was menstruating or if there was anyway I am or could be pregnant. Of course it was weird in an awkward kind of way since I was answering my mom's childhood friend and I was answering in front of Dylan who I'd known since I was young. The very last thing that I had to answer was what my situation was and how it happened.

I turned to dylan for a recap of what I missed when I was asleep. He said the carefully took an x-ray and concluded that my wrist was indeed broken.

Cleo was jotting stuff down on her clipboard when I finally looked at her. I wasnt in a whole lot of pain anymore since I was given like 6 Advil tablets before I fell asleep; enough to rid me of the pain but not enough to get me high on painkillers.

"Ok so now that we know all the important stuff, that leaves me to ask now that you're awake how it happened. Care to explain?" Cleo said sittin down in her chair and looking pointedly at me.

I raised my good hand in surrender. "In my defence, it wasnt totally my fault."

"You're the one who's hurt darlin' so I think it was your fault."

"Whatever. Sarah and I went to the tryouts for the boys soccer team at school and I got tripped."

"I think it was more of a malicious form of payback than an accident," Dylan mumbled angrily.

"What do you mean?" she asked suddenly very interested.

"Dylan," I warned.

"Wait wait. I think I got this one. Was it perhaps a jealous ex-boyfriend?" Cleo asked as if it were the most obvious thing ever.

"How did you know?" I asked slightly dumbfounded.

"Well, by the way you warned this young man, I thought it was a touchy subject. Then I remembered your mom telling me about a rough break-up a couple years back. The guy apparently was knocking on her door at least once a month asking if you were ever coming back or if he could call and apologize. She found it pretty weird since she told him every time he showed up what the situation was but he still never let it go. Maybe all his pent up frustration of the separation anxiety he has caused him to act out in a way he never would if he just got the chance to talk to you."

Damn, she's good. "Wow. So tell me again why you're a nurse and not a psych?" I asked.

She laughed. "I am silly. This is just a part time thing. Anyways, we have to cast you up for about 6 weeks and you need to stay in the hospital since your wrist is snapped in 3 places and we need to perform a reconstructive surgery. So when you go back to school I say no sports for the rest of the year mainly because I don't really want to see you here again. Unless on better terms."

"Wait, how long without sports?"

"We'll you're casted up for 6 weeks. Then I want you off of it for at least another 2 weeks when it comes off just to make sure you don't re-injure it."

"Are you crazy? Cleo, that's like the entire soccer season at school! It's my senior year I want to at least enjoy it!"

"Then maybe you should have waited until the end of the season to break your wrist in 3 different places. And that's Dr. Matheson when I'm working."

"Ugh whatever," I mumbled. I crossed my arms absent-mindedly. Excruciating pain surged through my arm and I groaned, pulling my arms apart.

"Dumbass your wrist is still broken you know," Dylan remarked.