Part 3
You know why I hate hospitals? Especially ones like St. Peter's? It's because it seems too clean and too infested with germs at the same time. I'm not a girl who would cry over a broken nail or something stupid like that, but I can't stand things like this. Everything is too uncertain in places like this.
As soon as I stepped into the hospital with my father, the antiseptic soapy smell hit me hard. I absolutely loathe it.
"Hello, can I check in my daughter for emergency?" My dad asks. "Yes. What's her name, age and accident?" The lady behind the desk questions. She seems tiny. She has thick lenses on and her light grey hair tied into a ponytail. Very boring.
"Isobel Harvey, seventeen, broken hand." I answer before my father can.
"Ok, I'll send a doctor in as soon as possible, just sit over there." She says flatly with a dull expression on her face.
Dad nods and guides me to seats with his hand. I really hope the doctor comes soon. And then as if on cue, a doctor appears. "Isobel Harvey!" She yells. It seems too quick for a hospital like this.
She's quite an angular figure, with bony looking fingers and brown dead-straight hair. She must be at least 39.
Dad and I stroll up to her and she opens the door. I thank her. My shoes squeak as they touch the shiny, Lino floor. It starts to hurt my ears. After about two minutes, we arrive at the room called
'X-RAY ROOM B-13'.
I'm ushered in and sat down on one of the chairs. After a few minutes, a red headed, angular man comes in and he couldn't be more than 30.
"Hey there. I'm Doctor John Smith. Isobel? Right?" He asks, not even glaring up from his clipboard.
"That's me." I reply. I try not to giggle as her name reminds me of Doctor Who, as JOHN SMITH is his alias. I'm a total nerd, by the way.
"O.K. How did the injury happen?" He asks.
"Well, I had just gotten out of class when I went to locker to get my books for Advanced English and French. Then suddenly, my locker door slammed and my hand was crushed." I explain.
"Who broke your hand?" She keeps questioning me and its getting annoying.
"This guy called Aaron Smith at my school." I murmur. She some how heard it.
He froze and then he only talked quietly.
"And why did he do it?"
"Because he wanted my attention." I tell him.
"Why would he want your attention?"
"He wanted to ask me out."
And there's silence.
"Is there a problem?" I ask the doctor.
He replies, "No, it's just, that's my son. Lets do the X-ray. Can you place your arm here?" She asks.
My eyes widen. Well, this is awkward, really awkward.
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I do as I'm told for the rest of the afternoon and within a few hours, I'm sent home, with a Fluor yellow cast. It's my favorite color.
It's 4:38pm, meaning I missed English, French, Food Tech and Music. Shit.
Mrs Peterson, my English teacher, wanted us to take it our assignments today. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Music is my favorite class. We get to use any of the instruments or equipment. I usually go for the guitar, piano or the microphone. The teacher, Mr. Tremills, is the nicest guy ever. He's around 21 and he's super sweet. He's my guitar and singing teacher. He's got an amazing voice. He was actually trying out for American Idol this year.
I sit in the car, waiting for dad. While I do, I read the texts I've gotten from friends and family.
Sammy: Awwww! poor baby! c u :( xx
Rebecca: Who broke ur hand! ill tell u the news l8r:(
Matt: Who? Ill break their face!
Josh: i hope your better sooooon! i found out! bec doesn't want 2 tell u:(
Mom: that's no good! talk to you later:)
Ellie: aww! u ok? ily!
Carter: that sucks! who was it? ill beat them up! love you x Carter
Isaac: u ok? i got ur homework 4 u
I only reply to Isaac.
Me: thnx isaac. c u @ home :)
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