The Bad Boy and The Amputee

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

"Dad, I'm fine. I just tripped."

"You could've been seriously injured."

"I said I was sorry! I fell. I'm human." My dad stared at me with worried eyes.

"You could've broken your neck." His voice hardened.

"But I didn't. Just a bump and a few bruises." The bleak white doctors office held a tense silence as I sat on the paper covered table and dad stood across from me.

"I can't let anything happen to you." His voice cracked as he wrapped his arms around me. His head knocked against mine and I hissed, pulling back. "Oh shit! I'm sorry."

"It's fine." I paused. " I wanna go home."

"We can't leave yet. We still have your leg appointment."

"Ugh do we have to drive there?"

"No, Dr. Montgomery was told of the situation so he's on his way here."

"Yay." No enthusiasm laced my voice as I layed back on the doctor's table, my arm crossed over my eyes. A pause reverberated throughout the room.

"Jordan called. He wanted to know how you feeling."

"He knows?" My voice trembled.

"Not everything. He just knows you fell and hit your head. The whole neighborhood came outside and watched the ambulance drive away." I pulled myself up to a sitting position. I rested my forehead on my palms, groaning. I opened my mouth to speak, but the opening of the door interrupted me.

"Hello, Cohen clan." Dr. Montgomery was a skinny, grey haired man, with a booming Texas accent. His look was completed with a pastel blue dress shirt, denim jeans, and you guessed it, cowboys boots. "How're you feelin'?" His twang rang in my ears.

"Like I've been trampled by horses." Chuckles echoed through the room.

"Your head feels like that?"

"Not just my head, it's the whole left side of my body"

"Well you did land on that side when you feel, correct?" I nodded. "Your injury is your left thigh so let's see if there's any damage." I rolled the paper shorts, the nurse had helped me put on, up to the top of my thigh. I winced at the sight of my black and blue limb. The nub was evidently bigger than my other thigh.

"Stacey, you didn't tell me it was that swollen." My dad exclaimed at the sight.

"I didn't think it mattered that much." I looked down ashamed. Dr. Montgomery made a tsk sound and shook his head.

"This is a gonna be a worse situation. Now lets get a closer look."

"You are not allowed to walk for at least two weeks. The swelling can be permanently damaging if you continue." My head started to spin as he dragged on about his rules for my leg.

"Can I still wear my leg?" I interrupted. He gave me a strange look.

"I suppose, but why would you want to keep it on?"

"It's personal." My voice suddenly turned cold.

"She hasn't told people about her condition." My dad answered for me. I glared at him.

"Um, I guess you could keep it on then. Just be sure not to walk. Do you still have your crutches?" I nodded. He looked at his clipboard and made a sighing sound before raising his head. "Mr. Cohen, can I speak to you in the hall for a second."

My dad gave me a quick hug before following Dr. Montgomery into the hallway. I could hear the slight murmurs erupt immediately after the door shut. I sighed and squeezed my eyes closed. It was obvious they were talking about me. I ruffled my hand through my hair and breathed out a long breath.