I sat down next to her in the truck. I didn't let go. I think the abulance pulled into a parking. But I wasn't sure, I was too busy praying.
I was sitting next to Rose, both my hands wraped around her one, with my eyes closed. Praying. I hate to say it, but this is the first time I've praied, since they told me that he was in a wreck and in the hospital. I wanted to cry.
I did cry.
My baby is lying here, and I don't know when she'll be better. But I'll have faith.
I'm having very sharp pains in my wrist. And I want to scream. I let go of her hand with one hand. Then griped the other one tighter.
"I love you.," Then I kissed her cheek.
They pick up the strecher she was laying on. Her side was bandegaded up, and her leg and wrist.
"Sir were going to need you to leave." We were in a room with so many machines. "We need to get an x•ray on your wrist and and we need to do full body x•ray on Rosie Rider."
They pushed me out the door and I got draged to another smaller x•ray room. The x•ray doctor roughly grabed my wrist and turned it to the position he needed it in. I let a yelp out. The pain was tingling like little needles stabing into my arm. He walked behind a wall and a flash went off above my wrist. He came back and jerked my wrist around.
"Be carful. You're not being careful with my possiably BROKEN wrist. Please, slow down, and pay attention!" I was holding back tears by the end and the guy probaly thought I was a weakling. But right then I was just in so much pain in so many ways. I haven't felt this shitty in so long, many years. I just felt like I was gonna die.
"Okay sorry dude." He walked behind the wall again, after placing my wrist. It still hurt just as much. "Well your wrist is broken in seven spots. Its very major and we are goning to have to cast it."
They took me into another back room. It wasn't like I haven't been there before. I've broken many bones but it felt different.
What if she dies because of me? I didn't even get to finish telling her I love her before we crashed.
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Genç KurguSo I'm your typical teen. Well... Not really. I'm Rosie, but the fakes I call my friends, call me Rose.