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Megan
The frat party was calling my name, I just had to go.
I mean, it was the party or studying for finals so I chose one.
I recall drinking like I usually do. Heavy. I didn't play around with shots, I waterfalled from so many liquor bottles this evening and ate a rum-infused cake. I believe someone had made a traditional punch that was extremely sweet and had people biting on others.
I mean the party was great. HBCU's really know how to throw down.
Throw down they did.
One of the girls from the party brought her drama with her. Classic boy drama. She and her crew fought it out in the middle of the living room leaving little space to walk past.
Unfortunately it was my only way out so I took the risk. They dragged my unsuspecting ass into the fight, and since I was already full on 2 hours worth of drinks I barely threw real punches.
Now I sit in the ER waiting room with my arm that looks like an S-curve. I'm in extreme pain but too full of pride to allow the tears to just fall. I just hold my clearly broken arm until I'm attended to.
"You again?" I look up and my waterlines are filled with built up tears ready to fall.
I gulp, "Nurse Maraj..."
"C'mon wit me, Chile."
I already feel the scolding.
She can try it but I'm a whole adult. 20... to be exact. I get up from the seat and follow her through the crowds of people who are being wheeled in and out and led to different rooms.
"You partied?"
"Yeah." I respond lowly.
She opens a curtain then makes me sit down on the cot, closing the blue curtains behind her.
She catches me off guard by putting her arms by the sides of my hips and getting close to my face.
She looks like she's about to snarl, "You partied."
"I did." She sighs and shakes her head. "I'll call the doctor for an x-ray, and I'll get you a tooth brush. "
She walks away to grab a brush and a bowl and a travel sized toothpaste.
"Y'know Megan, when I saw your name in the schedule I relieved my intern and took over."
I nearly fall over because of the bright overhead lights but Nicki hangs onto me and brushes my teeth for me. Her moves are gentle.
I arch my brow "Why so?"
"You're my favorite."
Everytime she's seen me in the ER she's been so kind as to do this for me so someone won't try to arrest me. Legally I can't drink for another few months. At least she can help me out with the smell a bit.
