Chapter 7 Molly

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I am in pain. Obviously clear. Dana is getting me some water. "Molly Robinson?" a voice questions through the door. I start to sqeak. "Right here." The doctor rushes in the room. The name tag says Mr. Washington. He has on a white coat, black shirt, and glasses. He glances up at me from his clipboard. He flips the page and starts writing again. "Are you in any pain?" I sigh. "No, I feel more peaceful than I've ever been." I say sarcastically. Mr. Washington glares. "Are you in any pain?" He asks through his clenched teeth. I nod. He relaxes a little bit. "Ok. How old are you?" I show up 7 fingers. He grins a bit. "How did..." He points to my leg. "THIS happen?" "I...I..." I start. What should I say? Ooo! Got it. "I tripped on my toy and landed weird." He nods. Yes, I'm in the clear. Mr. Washington finishes writing his report. He flips the papers on the clipboard to the front and smiles. I can honestly say he needs to brush more. About a half of his teeth are covered in plaque. The other half is either rotting or filled because he had a cavity (or 20). "We need to have an x-ray done on your leg. Mr. Rogers, one of our nurses, will come to take you to the room." I nod. He exits the room. I start watching "Frozen". Sooner or later, I drift off to sleep. The next thing I know, I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in," I moan. It was Dana. "They didn't have any water left, so I got you a coke." I nod, quietly. I hate coke. Doesn't she know that? She sits on my bed. "So, what have you been doing?" I smile. "Oh, just had a exam done." Dana seems shock. "That was faster than I expected-". "Molly Robinson?" Mr. Washington asks as he enters the door. I start to wave. "Hi." Another man is standing with another wheelchair. "This is Mr. Rogers." He introduces. "And this is Dana, my sister." I reply as I gesture to her. They shake hands. "Very nice to meet you, Miss Robinson." he starts. "Molly, you ready?" I nod. Carefully, Mr. Rogers guides me to the wheelchair and rolls me out.

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