Sticks and Stones [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 13: The Hospital

Hey whats up guys! I just wanted to apologize for the cliff hanger that was the last chapter! Dont worry, all is most likey okay XD! This chapter will be better i promise! So, here we go!
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Nicole's p.o.v.: I got to the hospital and asked the front desk person where Alan Royce was and she tolf me he was in surgery room 3. I rushed the elevator and looked at the directory that told me Surgery room 3 was on floor 3. I got in the elevator and pressed the 3 button, and waited. It felt like an hour had passed before the doors opened and i rushed to the room. I looked in the window and saw they were puting something into Alan's chest area. It looked awful. I couldnt watch anymore so i sat down in a chair outside the room. I grabbed my phone and opened up Wattpad. This is one thing that can kinda sorta help me get my mid off of everything. I didnt get too far into it before i heard someone call my name. I looked and saw Jeff walking towards me. I got up, locking my phone, and walked over to him so i could meet him halfway. I hugged him as soon as i got close enough. "Please tell me we atleast won the game?" I said. I didnt want Alan's injury to be for nothing. "Yep! After Alan's injury, the team really got inspired to kick some butt and we decided to win for Alan." He said. I sighed in relief. I pulled away from the hug and sat back in my chair. "You know, Theres a popular situation similiar to this." Jeff said and i looked at him, very confused. "You see, God was talking to Adam one day when Adam begins to lament. Adam said, 'God, im lonely. I need a companion!' and God replies, 'Adam, bro ive got just the girl! She's beautiful, she's generous, and she'll be yours forever!' Adam, excited about the news, begins to thank God over and over. But then stops and asks God, ' Wait, how much is she gonna cost me?' And God replied, 'An arm and a leg.' 'Thats pretty steep' Adam said, but began to think before saying, 'What an i get for a rib?' " Jeff finishes, smiling and laughing. "Gosh leave it to you jeff to make people laugh at a time like this!" I said, glad we were both laughing.
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* two hours later*
Jeff and I were talking when the doctor came out. We instantly stood up and waited for the news. "Well, he is alright now. He broke five of his ribs. Its caused him to have Flail chest." The doctor said. "Well whats Flail chest?!" I asked, anxious. "Flail chest is a serious problem that happens when three or more ribs are broken in more than one place. If you have flail chest, the broken area cant hold its shape when you take a breath. This leaves less space in your chest for your lungs to open and air to flow in. It also makes it harder for the muscles to work well, so its harder to take a breath. We've treated it by putting something in his chest where the broken ribs are to hold the shape of the ribs and to hold them in place until they mend back which takes about one to two months and then, he'll have to come back in a month so we can do an x-ray and if theyve mended properly and fully, we will have to schedule a surgery to remove what we put in his chest to hold the ribs in place." The doctor explained. (A/N i googled that whole thing. So, just incase you were wondering, im not that smart haha!) I nodded and Jeff did the same. "He's awake. So you can see him, but one at a time." The doctor added. I looked at Jeff and he smiled. "You go ahead, youre his girlfriend! Just make sure i get to see him!" Jeff said laughing. "Haha thank you." I said and walked to the door. I breathed in deep before i opened the door. I walked in and shut the door quietly. "Hey." I said when i saw him. "Hey!." He said smiling. Okay. Hes Shirtless. Okay wow just breathe. (if any of you are wondering what he looks like shirtless google it yourself ;p ) "So, i tripped a bit." he said, laughing. "A bit? Is that why you currently have something in you holding your ribs in place?" I asked laughing. "Yeah. The doctor says i cant play until im healed." He said. "Well, i would figure as much!" I said, giving him a 'duh' look. We just laughed, until i noticed it was hurting him. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "You know, it was kinda wierd. One second i'm standing in the concession stand and the next i got the wind knocked out of me. So, i rushed to the field and i saw someone laying under five guys, all extremely heavy, and im staring at this lifeless body and im hoping its not you. Then the announcer, well announced that it was you and it just felt like everything was moving in slow motion. And i hated that feeling, i just wanted it to stop. And as i was drving here, i swear i could feel pain in my ribs and it by no means felt like they were breaking, but it hurt." I said, looking into his eyes. They were green, but tears were forming by the second. It looked like a forest that was being rained on. "Well, thats the thing about pain, it demands to be felt." he says, smiling a little. "You did not just quote The Fault In Our Stars quoting An Imperial Affliction." I said, mouth agape. "Yes. Yes I did." He said, proudly. I smiled but it quickly faded. "Nicole, i read this thing one day that said the reason we get little scrapes and bruises we dont remember getting is because our soulmate gets hurt and thats how we're supposed to know when we've found the one. I mean, do you believe it?" He asked. "I think so. But, we have a lot of the same scratches and bruises. Do you think that, we're soulmates?" i asked. "Well, i wouldnt object to the idea!" he said, smirking. "Look at your right ankle." Alan said. "What, why?" i ask confused. "Just do it." he said and i lifted my leg to where i could see my ankle. "Is there a scar there?" he asked. "Yeaaaaaaahhhhhh." i said. I looked up saw he was moving around. He brought his leg up to his chest and winced. "Be careful!" I said. He gave me a look tht said, 'really?'. "There is a scar on my right ankle from last year when someones cleet cut my ankle. Do you remember how you got the scar on your right ankle?" he asked. I was almost too shocked to speak. "No."