Falling for you : A reamy story

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We arrived at the hospital and the front desk said they needed to check me in. Apparently Lauren was taking me wether I cared or not. I waited for ten minutes. A male nurse came and brought me back. They told me I needed stitches. I had whiplash too. They stitched my forehead and I got nervous. Reagan and Lauren had to wait because they weren't my parents and Reagan wasn't family. I was sitting on a examination table and my legs hung over the side.

"How did this happen anyways?" He put the needle down and finished up the stitches. "You do know that whatever happened you're suppose to come in right away?" He added with a laugh. My dried blood and scabs most likely gave me away. "It was a joke." I tensed up and he moved back. "Shy are we?"

"My dad said to me when I was little I would never shut up." I laughed and started to grin thinking of him telling me that.

"Sounds like a great father." He moved back over to the scissors and finished the stitch finally. "Now in three weeks you come back and we take them out."

"Three weeks?" I said.

"Yes, is there a problem?" He linked an eyebrow and questioned me.

"No." He walked over to the door and almost opened it.

"Amy you need crutches, you can barley walk." I nodded my head and looked down at the beige and blue tile floor. "You can't walk."

"I'm fine." I tried to hop off the metal table and he rushed over. He placed his big hands on my hips. He adjusted me back on the table.

"I wouldn't do that."

"Why not?"

"You're unstable. Listen I may just be a nurse but I'm not blind, I can see you're in pain."

"How?"

"I know what it feels like. Let me help." I just nodded and he moved back over to the door. I placed my hands on the cold table and propped myself up. "Here." He handed me the crutches which were coincidentally at my height. I got off the metal table using the crutches. I used them in the room and he helped me back on the examination table when I was done. He was straightening them on the counter and I watched.

"How do you know, what it feels like I mean?" He turned slightly and I Just watched him.

"My name is Zakhari." He stated. I looked at his nurse tagged and surely enough it said 'Zakhari'. I brought one hand up to my mouth and stifled laughter. "I know it's a weird name." I stopped laughing. "I was temporarily paralyzed when I was 17, I'm 23 now." He didn't look 23. "I was on my soccer team in collage. In one game I landed so hard on my neck I was unconscious. They rushed me to the hospital. 6 months later everything was normal again, except I wasn't aloud to play soccer ever again. I went to nursing school. Being in that much physical and mental pain changed me. I had to go to therapy and I had to work to be better. I haven't touched a soccer ball to this day."

"Do you miss it?" I was amazed by his story.

"Of course. I was training become a professional soccer player." He finished an examination on my eyes and ears and then he made me take my pants off. It was as awkward as it sounds. "You should've worn shorts." He gave me one of those robe thingies and I put it on first. It was just long enough to cover my underwear. "I think I have to stitch your leg too." I tensed to his touch. "I'm sorry Amy, I have too."

He pulled out more of the item you stitch with and grabbed the needle again. Before he stuck it in my thigh he looked up at me on the table. "I would look away if I was you." I put my hand over my eyes and took a deep breath. Less than 6 minutes later he was done. "Easy peasy." I laughed and he handed me my pants. I'm just glad Reagan wasn't there. "You're all done."

"Crutches." I didn't ask, i just stated. He smiled and handed me my crutches.

"Do you need-"

"I'm okay." I got off the examination table with my crutches and he brought me back to the waiting room.

"She's all good to go."

"Bye Zakhari, see you in three weeks." I waved bye and leaned against the crutches under my arms.

"You seem... better?" Lauren asked and her and Reagan exchanged looks.

"Can we just leave, you know I hate hospitals." They nodded and we headed home. When we arrived at the house Reagan ran off when she got a call. "What's going on, did she tell you?"

"No." When she came back she looked better.

"Ready for that movie?" We were all going to see a movie with Shane and I smiled. I was leaning against my crutches when she kissed my forehead.

"Yeah." Shane called and ten minutes later we were at the movie theater. I saw Shane approaching with someone, someone who I hated. Someone named karma.

Karma.

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(A/n: I have some serious writers block. If anyone has any suggestions I will take them. Seriously go ahead and comment them. To be fair it's not just this story it's all of them except my latest one, 45 Days. Idk if any of you ship camren or even know what camren is but it's basically my life. You should read it. Anyways sorry for not updating but I'm blocked. No plot.

Any suggestions will be happily taken into consideration. Please comment if u want. ;-)

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