Our Last Dance

34.

After having hurt her ankle, Stevie remained rather calm after finding a place to sit next to Ireland on the floor so she could at least keep an eye on her. With one of the icepacks she had packed in the ice chest considering she didn't have anything other than that, but she iced the painful area of her ankle as they waited for Annelle and Trevor to return home.

"Gwamma, awe you okay?" the little girl asked, getting closer to the blonde.

"Yeah, I'll be just fine," she nodded with a smile. "Accidents happen all the time and I just hurt my ankle... But that's all," she swiped her hair.

The girl pursed her lips because she felt in her little heart that something worse was wrong and as usual, her grandmother was just being tough.

Within another half hour, Trevor and Annelle would finally get back home.

Luckily for Stevie, Annelle would come up first and alone with just something small in her hand.

"Hey, how's it going?" she grinned but then narrowed her eyes to focus on the fact that her mother in-law had an icepack to her ankle.

"Okay. I finished the cabinets..." she smirked.

"That's awesome, but what happened?" she wondered, coming over to meet her on the floor.

"I stepped off the stool wrong. I felt my ankle roll and I heard a distinct cracking noise and I'm afraid it's a little more than a sprain, but I wanted to wait for you guys to come home before causing any fuss."

"Here, let me see," she gently removed the ice to reveal just how swollen her ankle had become.

Stevie hissed as her daughter in-law simply touched the exterior to examine such things.

"Yeah, mom... I think it's broken," she assured calmly, the nurse in her coming to play. "I'll call for an ambulance..."

"Wait, wait... I don't think that's necessary--"

"Mom, you shouldn't put any weight on it and we're not gonna be able to get you down the stairs. It's not an emergency so they shouldn't blare the sirens," she stood up, grabbing her cell phone from the table. "Just relax, I know what I'm doing," she insisted, dialing 911.

"Okay," she sighed, knowing that her son was going lose his mind even if it was something so minor.

About 10 minutes later, not only were the paramedics there, asking her many questions but settling her onto a gurney, they were checking her blood pressure and everything else in between.

"Gwamma?" Ireland walked over to the gurney and pouted.

"Come here, honey, I'm just fine," she assured with a smile.

"Would you like a lift up, miss?" one of the younger male medics wondered.

She nodded her head.

He lifted her on to the gurney to sit with her grandmother.

"Thank you," Stevie replied, pressing a kiss to the little girl's head as she pulled her onto her lap. "I know you're a little nervous, but I promise you, I am a-okay."

"Where are they gonna take you?" she wondered, seeing that they were setting up to take her away from her.

"I just have to go to the hospital and that way the doctor can look at it, take some X-rays and put me in a cast..."

"What's a cast?" she wondered.

"Mm, it's something the doctor makes when people break their bones... When I get mine, I'll show you."

She nodded, watching the men around her handle her grandmother; she didn't really like it so she felt like she needed to be with her.

"It sounds like this isn't your first rodeo," an older male medic mentioned as he wrapped her ankle up nice and taut in order ro elevate it. "Your blood pressure is very normal by the way..."