Two Truths And A Lie

08| Recoveries

"Well, the good news is, there's no fracture. You've just twisted your knee really bad. You'll have to wrap this bandage around and wear it for the next week, and apply this pain relieving ointment. You should be fine in two weeks." Sam stated, whizzing around in his rotating chair as he picked up random tubes and bottles.

"And you two," he said with a more serious tone, as he turned to face Tristan and Cameron- the former in an arm sling cast and the latter holding an ice pack to his stomach and a stained tissue to his nose,

"Are going to take a month to be completely alright. Blondie, you're going to wear that for three weeks. Fourth week, it'll still hurt quite a bit. While you, Cameron, will take four to five days to recover physically. But you will take a lifetime to recover mentally and emotionally when Ruth and Natasha see your bloody and bruised face."

Both of them groaned, while Cameron looked panic-stricken.

"My name's not blondie!" Tristan protested.

"And please save me from Ruthless and Romanoff!" Cameron whined at the same time.

"Ruthless and Romanoff?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Yeah, Mum- Ruth- is ruthless and Ma- Natasha- is like Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow when she's pissed or worried."

"That is as lame as-"

"Shut it, Hearth."

"Marshall I swear to go-"

"Seriously, do you not know how to shut up?"

"Oh, I would if-"

"Both of you, stop it, now!" I finally yelled at the two of them. Tristan looked at me apologetically while Cameron just crossed his arms and leaned back further in his seat.

"Finally, silence. You've managed to make them shut up, girl- that takes a lot. What's you name?" Sam asked, wrapping up everything

"Zoë," I replied, absentmindedly tracing circles on the back of my hand. A wisp of hair fell in front of my eyes, as I started to panic once more.

I could feel the tears build up in my eyes, but I held them back.

'You will not cry,' I thought to myself. I willed myself to look up at both the boys.

"I hope you both have a perfectly good reason for making me almost break my knee, dragging me to a mansion of a guy I've never met, and almost have you rip each others' throats out ever single freaking second."

I clenched and unclenched my fists, and blew the strand of hair away from my face as I looked at the two boys expectantly.

"Look, Zebra, it was your fault for getting involved in the fight-" Cameron started,!looking at me exasperatedly.

"Are you being serious right now? I was talking to Tristan on the phone, until suddenly he's cut off and I can hear the sounds of you fighting. I'm so freaking sorry I didn't let you both get beaten up bloody in front of my house!" I snapped at them, really losing my patience.

A wave of silence settled around us, and the beeps of some machine being the only sound. Finally, I sighed and got up, with the support of the wall.

Again, before I could make two steps forward, I was lifted up.

"Put me down!" I shrieked, struggling in Cameron's arms again.

"Really, I thought you would've learnt your lesson by now. It'll take you an hour to walk home with you leg like that. And we don't have that much time, since our parents are probably going to wake up soon."