Chapter Twenty-Six

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~Ethan~

Even though that was absolutely terrifying, and my heart is still pounding out of my chest, I feel like I'm on top of the world as Melanie hugs me. I smile, then look up at Bianca, Marisa, and Kevin, all exchanging looks. I furrow my brows as I look at James, who seems to be seething. James leans down and quickly grabs Melanie.

"Hey, her arm is most likely broken. Watch it," I say.

"Are you okay?" James asks Melanie.

"I do think my mom should look at it, at least," she says.

"Great idea, Mel, considering your mom is a nurse," I say.

James glares at me. Oh, you want to play this game, doofus? I glare right back at him.

"Come on, let's head back," I say.

I quickly brush past the group, bumping my shoulder with James as I make my way back up the lower trail toward the upper trail where all our stuff is.

What a fucking asshole.

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~Melanie~

"Ow, ow, ow," I whimper as my mom gently touches my arm.

My heart throbs in my ears, muffling all sound.

Will I ever be able to play lacrosse again? I wonder.

She grimaces as she leads me to her car.

"Where are you taking care?" James asks.

"The ER."

"Let me come with," James offers.

"It'd be easier if it was just the two of us," my mom tells him as she buckles me into the passenger seat.

The 30-minute drive to Springfield ER is silent as I watch trees fly by either side of us. I'm grateful my mom doesn't give me shit for injuring myself.

The ER is pretty empty when we arrive, and a doctor quickly orders an X-ray.

After the X-ray, a nurse brings me back to the waiting area where my mom sits. I sit down next to her.

"I'll grab you once the doctor has a moment to review the X-rays," the nurse says.

I nod as my mom sighs.

"What were you thinking?" she asks, holding her head in her hands before looking at me.

"We used to do this every summer growing up. Nothing bad ever happened."

She shakes her head, "Yeah, not until now."

The nurse returns a short while later and brings us to an exam room where the doctor fits me for a cast.

"It's a small hairline fracture, so you'll need to wear this cast for six weeks," the doctor said. "One month in, you'll have to start physical therapy. We want your arm to be strong and good as new when this cast eventually comes off."

I nod.

"Now, what color cast do you want?" the doctor asks.

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