Curly [a Kpop Fanfiction]

XXIII

"So it appears that your wrist is sprained, but luckily it's just a grade one sprain so it should take about 3-4 weeks to heal." The doctor explains to me motioning to the x-rays taken. I nodded along.

"It says here that you fell on your hand, could you go into a little bit more detail on that?"

"Well my friends and I were...playing too much, and I tripped over one of them. My full weight was on my hand like this." I demonstrated how my hand was positioned with my non-bandaged hand.

"I see. Well, since your hand is bandaged up, you're free to be discharged." The doctor rose to his feet. "You can come back tomorrow to get a brace for your wrist.

"Wait! I'm not from here, and I don't really have anywhere to go. So is it possible for me to just stay here over night and be discharged in the morning?" He fixed his glassed before approaching me

"Ms. Young, we usually don't allow people to stay overnight for minor injuries, but considering your circumstances and your...status, I am believe that it may be better for you to stay overnight." He said turning on his heels before pausing.

"On one condition, an autograph. My daughter is gonna freak out." He said quickly adding the last part. I quickly agreed signing a blank paper addressed to the doctor's daughter before he left me along in the room for the night.

I got a couple calls from the Bangtan members asking about how things were going. I told them what they wanted to hear. Obviously.

After a not-so-restful night, I discharged myself from the hospital, my wrist now in a brace, and headed to a McDonald's to grab breakfast. I ordered then sat down waiting for my food to be prepared.

I have to mentally prepare myself for seeing Minho, and potentially Chan, again after that disastrous night. After all we do have the same flight to catch.

"Did I overreact?" I thought audibly to myself.

"Order 47!" A worker called out. I checked my receipt to confirm that it was me before grabbing the bag and steaming cup of hot chocolate. When I turned around I nearly bumped into someone so I quickly apologized.

"Samantha?" They asked. I looked to find Chelsea. 

"Oh hey! What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving." She asked grabbing her food as well.

"I am. I'm actually about to call an Uber to drop me off at the airport right now." I motion the the rolling suitcase I had right next to me.

"Oh I could give you a ride no problem."

"Are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience you."

"No it's fine. Come on." I followed her out to her car and she took my bag to place it in her trunk.

"What happened to your hand?" She asked noticing the brace. We both slid into the front seats of the car.

"Took a bad fall." I replied curtly. She probably notice that I didn't really want to speak on it.

"Okay- Where's that guy? The one that you said wanted to come with you to the funeral." I sighed.

"We kinda fell out, to say the least."

"Dang, you wanna talk about it?" I thought about my response. "Nothing but air and opportunity."

"Okay, so" I gave her a cleaned up version on what happened, including the few moments here and there in the past.

"Oh my gosh!" She gasped. "I can't believe he did that to you!" I giggled slightly at her response. I will admit that telling her has lifted some of the weight from my shoulders. "And you've known him for how long now?"