I Never Told You What I Do For a Living

"Dark Past. I'm Not So Different From You."

Hello lovelies! Not sure where this is going, but I'd love it if you wanna give me ideas and stuffs. I'd also love some feedback.

Father Way was at the desk, filling out the dreadful forms while I sat in the small waiting area nearby. I watched him as he spoke to the lady at the desk, who seemed to punch in information.
My mind finally began to sit on what he said earlier. Why does he care so much about what they did to me? No one else seemed to care.

As he continued to fill out the horrid amounts of medical info, a nurse came and started to help me into a small room.
"Hello, I'm Cindy. You're Jessica, right?" she spoke, to which I nodded.
"How much pain are you in right now?"
"Honestly, from one to ten, I'm about a seven or eight."
"I see." she wrote that down, "any allergies?"
"None that I know of." I replied
She nodded, leaving the room.

Father Way walked in immediately after, sitting beside me. "You okay?"
"Yeah" I lied, "Just feeling sympathy for your hand for having to fill out so many forms."
That earned a small, but rather adorable, laugh from the priest.
"So why do you care so much?" I heard myself ask suddenly,
"Pardon?" Gerard looked at me, confused.
"Most of the school staff would've just shipped me off to my parents." I stated, "why didn't you?"

He looked at me with the softest, most sympathetic expression. He looked like a small, lost puppy. "Because.... I was like you. I was always the outcast who didn't fit in." he said quietly.
"No. That's not possible." I glared at him. Surely he's just trying to make me feel better.

"I'm serious. I really am. Apparently being different makes you a target. I know I was beaten up on multiple occasions." the look in his eyes told me that he was being truthful. "No one was there for me, so I'm there for you. I don't want you to be alone."

I gave him a slight smile, "Thank you, Father Way."
"You can call me Gerard." he smiled back, "we're not at school."

I nodded slightly before watching as the nurse walked in. "We're going to have you come with us." she said gently before looking at Father Way/ Gerard. "You can come with if you'd like."
He got up and helped me up before all three of us headed off to the x-ray lab.

After I was positioned uncomfortably and painfully for five shots, they let us wait in a small room. "What did you see?" I asked the priest quietly. The curiosity had gotten to me.
He seemed to cautiously contemplate his response, choosing the phrase "I'm not sure. I'm not a doctor." which told me it was probably broken.

After a bit of uncomfortable silence, I decided to bring up our previous conversation. "So how different from society were you?"
"I didn't like the pop songs, wore dark clothing, didn't talk shit about other people, and also kept to myself." he said, surprising me with his choice of words. "I'm off duty, and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't say anything."

"Why wouldn't I?" I decided to joke along. The pain killers they gave me were working really well.
"Because I'm going to get you out of classes for a while." he smirked.

I was silent for a moment. Did he really just- "W-why?" I was honestly stunned.

He was about to reply when suddenly the doctor decided to walk in. Well, time to find out how much trouble I was in.

"Well, I just gotta ask this. What did you do?" the doctor spoke like he was a friendly neighbor. My social anxiety kicked in, and I was glad that Gerard sensed it, because he decided to answer, "She was bullied."
That seemed to shut the doctor up, "... Oh. I'm sorry. Well, whoever the culprit his, they're in trouble. They did some pretty damage to your arm there." He spoke as he handed the image of the x-ray over to Gerard and me.
It was my bones, only the one closer to the back of my hand had abnormal lines that severed part of the bone, and the second bone had been pushed slightly lower.
"See the two hairline fractures here? Those will heal with or without a cast. But this one," he pointed to the break in the lower bone, "it'll need pins."
"So what are you saying?" I asked, fearing the answer.
"Surgery."

The silence after that spoke for itself. I hate surgery. Anything that has to do with anesthetics. I hate anesthetics. "Surgery?" I could hear the shaking in my voice, and I knew they both could as well.
"It's alright, Jess." Gerard whispered before looking at the doctor, "can we have a minute or two to talk about this?"

The doctor seemed to understand, nodding and walking out.
"What's so bad about surgery?" he asked in a soft tone, hugging me close.
"A-a-anesthesia." my stuttering came from my anxiety, and right now that was making everything worse.

Gerard nodded, "we can work around that. They might not have to put you under, but only numb your arm and distract you?" he suggested.
That didn't sound so bad. I'd still be conscious. I nodded, still in his arms as he held me to keep me calm.

The doctor returned, "so what's going on now?"

"Would it be possibly to just numb her body during the surgery? She doesn't want to be put under." I heard Gerard talk as he rested his head on mine.
"Of course. We can do that." the doctor scribbled on his clip board, looking at the clock. "So we'll need you two to head out to the waiting room to fill out forms before we get started."

So sorry for the short chapter