A Skeleton's Hope (Rewritten!)

Time To Regret Everything

|You get another phone call|

"Good morning Ms. [L/N!]" You nearly jump into the air at the sudden voice in your room, spinning your head around to see who's bothering you so early in the morning.

"Ready to be discharged?" You relax as you only see a woman in a while coat wearing light blue scrubs and holding a clipboard under her arm. She leaned against your room's doorframe with a friendly smile on her face.

You tiredly nod, grabbing the crutches that were laying across your bed and position them to the floor. Slowly, you stand up and use your crutches to balance, holding your cased leg in the arm as you turn and swing in the woman's direction.

"Yep. I think one of your residents took my papers and said they'd give it to you or something."

The woman frowns disappointedly, leaning back to look into the busy hallway behind her. "Damnit, I told them to stop doing that." She mumbles to herself.

"Something wrong Dr. Torres?" You ask curiously, swinging closer to her.

The doctor shakes her head and gives you the same smile from behind. "Nothing you need to worry about."

You yawn as you shrug your shoulders at her answer. "Alright." You reply. "If it's not to much, can you tell me exactly what happened? Last night is still kind of a blur."

Your doctor nods with a smile, shoving her hand into her pocket before she answers. "No problem. So, you were brought into the ER where my friend, Dr. Hunt, assessed your leg before sending you upstairs for an x-ray to confirm that it was broken."

'Confirm' your ass, your leg was bent fucking backwards.

"From there, you were taken to surgery because your bones with misaligned where I operated on you. When we were done, we plastered your leg and kept you overnight for observation. Now that you're in proper condition, you're a free to leave."

You nod, satisfied with her answer as you push away the memories of last night. "Got it."

"Now, we need you to come in every two weeks to check the progress of your leg. Don't so much pressure on it and if you feel any pain or discomfort, I need you to come back immediately." You nod along at Dr. Torres' explanations. "If nothing goes wrong, your leg should be fully healed in the next two months. Even then, I recommend not to use it a lot until after a few weeks to avoid any fractures of anything fragile or straining your muscles."

You tuck one of the crutches under your armpit as you give her a quick thumbs up. "Got it."

"Great!" Torres chirps happily, the sudden volume of her voice not doing anything for your growing headache. "Oh! By the way, your boyfriend is here to see you."

You instinctively freeze as her words as she walks away, ignorant of your panicked state.

Boyfriend?

Boyfriend?!

When the hell did you get a boyfriend?!

D-Did Frisk set you up while you were asleep? Was he here to pick you up for a date? Holy fuck, you aren't ready for a date! You just got out of surgery, a-and your hair looks like an absolute mess!

Oh shit, what if you said something to one of the paramedics in the ambulance? Oh god, you were full of adrenaline, you didn't know what you were saying! He'd have to be cute if you said something crazy while he treated your leg in the back of some car!

O-Or maybe it's - !

"Ahem."

You tense up at the sudden voice once more. This one is male and your mind immediately thinks back to Torres saying boyfriend.