Fallen For A Player

Chapter 3 - Cheeky Tutorials

I slammed on the bumper of the car and the next thing I know, I am lying on the floor as a sharp pain evolves in my right thigh. I screamed as the pain intensified until it was unbearable.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I heard Ryan say as he ran up to me and kneeled next to me. He held my face in his hands and asked "Are you alright?"

"I'll kill you." I managed to mumble before I felt the sky above me whirl in circles. I started to feel dizzy and my vision blurred.

"Get the car! She's bleeding-"

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

I woke up from my trance after hearing the continous beeping of a machine. My eyes fluttered open and I squinted under the blinding light. When my eyes had finally adjusted to the brightness of the light, I looked around. I was in a dull, white room, lying on a bed with my arms at my sides. Am I in a hospital?

I tried to sit up but felt the pain in my thigh again and winced. The door pushed open and I saw Ryan enter.

"What happened?" I asked him and realized that my voice was very hoarse.

"You got yourself hit by a car. Apparently, you thought you were a pro when it comes to skateboarding and decided to skateboard by yourself, and then this happened." He pointed at my thigh and sat on the chair next to my bed.

"So you're saying that all of this happened because of me?"

"Obviously." He looked down at me with disappointment.

"You idiot! This is all your fault! You left my hand, moron!" I spat.

He sighed and his shoulders slumped down. Why the hell am I even arguing with him?

"I know and I'm so so so sorry." Ryan grabbed my hand. "This all happened because of me, I shouldn't have left your hand. I'm so sorry, Jen." He apologized once again, leaving me astonished. I did not expect him to apologize.

"Uh, that's ok. I'm fine now." I said. "Am I?" I asked again in curiousity. "Yeah, but the doctor said that you might not be able to walk." Ryan answered and I felt myself tear up. "Forever?" I asked and I was almost going to cry. "No, just for a while." Ryan said, still holding onto my hand. "Oh!" I've never been more relieved in my life.

"What time is it?" I asked when none of us spoke.

Ryan took a look at his watch and said "Half-past eight."

"What?! Half-past eight already?!" I asked.

"I need to get back home." I said.

"Wait. I'll see if the nurse can discharge you." Ryan said and walked out of the room. He came back in a few minutes later and said

"Yep. You'll be going back home now."

"Can you walk?" He asked.

"I think so." I said and started to get up. I grimaced as I felt the agony again.

"Wait a sec. I'll bring in a wheelchair." He hand my elbows.

"No! Wait! I can walk." I said immediately. I do not want to sit on a wheelchair!

I jumped off the bed and clutched the bedsheets of the bed when I felt the blinding pain. It was like my whole right leg was on fire. I could feel the pain but I couldn't feel the ground beneath my right leg. I couldn't even stand properly.

"Are you sure?" Ryan looked at me doubtfully.

"Yeah." I whispered.

"Alright, let's go then." He said and brought his hand forward. I held it anyway as I needed some support. I literally limped toward the door with him. With each and every step, the pain was getting harder and harder to be bear and it was getting difficult for me to walk.