I'm thinking Colton Haynes as Marcus. Not sure for Alexa... yet. Also, not sure of last names on any of them but I'm thinking on Davis for Alexa.
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Chapter 2
There Will Be None of That!
I looked at the ground.
"Don't," I said. He looked at me with his eyebrows creased.
"Don't what?" He asked.
"Don't look at me like that!" I exclaimed. I didn't yell. It was more quiet if anything.
"Like what?"
"Just don't give me the look of pity." There was a long pause.
I walked around him and went through the emergency doors. I didn't want to stay and risk Marcus finding out about the kicks to my stomach. I hadn't even looked at them.
"Hey Alexa, wait!" I shook my head. I heard him get into his car and close the door. He drove off. Or at least I thought he did.
I walked up to the woman at the counter. She looked up.
"Um, ma'am, do you need some assistance? Do you need medical attention?"
"Yeah, I-I think so."
She walked around the counter and then walked around the corner. I felt a sharp pain in my side. It hurt to the point to where I fell to my knees. I whimpered in pain.
I stayed there and finally it stopped. I got up and stood there grabbing my stomach.
Not too long after that, maybe a minute or two after, the woman and back with a wheel chair.
"Do you need to sit?" I shook my head.
"I'll walk." I stated.
She nodded.
"Okay, first I need a brief summary about what happened, then we'll take your X-Rays. We'll have someone go into your room and ask you about what all happened."
I cooperated for the most part. I told her exactly what happened, well, at least what I remembered. She than took me to a really dark room.
"It's gonna be a full body X-Ray?" I asked the woman whose name was Jessica.
She threw a "yes" over her shoulder and kept walking.
I had put on a hospital gown, which exposed my backside.
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I had fallen asleep after the X-Rays since they were taking forever with my results.
Just then, Jessica walked in.
"Knock-Knock!" She chimed as she walked into my room.
"Who's there?" I joked.
"Good to see that you're doing okay." She said oddly. She was flipping through her papers when I asked her, "So," she looked at me. "What we're the results?"
She looked at me uneasily. She flipped through her papers once more.
"Nothing good, that's for sure."
"Talk to me." I said.
"Well you have bruised ribs, a fractured arm and obviously a nasty bruise on your cheek." She walked over to a little X-Ray lighter thing. She placed the pictures up and walked over to the door, flicking off the light. She then walked back over to the light. She flicked it on and there they were.
Two of my ribs on the left side and my arm. There was a fracture that was now making sense in my arm. I had a bump about six inches away from my elbow. It made sense now why it hurt to lift it to grab my phone out of my shirt.
"We'll get you a cast and a sling. Well get two so that you can choose which one supports you better." She smiled. I nodded. Then she was out the door.
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