Prestigious Ways Too: College Years

Hospital Visits

"I can't believe you broke your hand. " "It was my wrist! And it was an accident." "Either way, god you are very clumsy you know that?" "Well it's not my fault!" We were arguing the whole car ride, and once we got to the hospital and had talked to the doctor, it was simple tension. He had left the room after the X-Ray to get a full diagnosis and it was quite before we both started to speak. "I'm sorry." we both said before she smiled. "Well you shouldn't be sorry, you're the one with a broken hand. "Wrist." she corrected. "Oh whatever." I rolled my eyes before she giggled. "Oh whaeva!" she mimicked and started laughing uncontrollably. "You think you're so funny, you don't be see me laughing at your accent." "That's cause mine is related to being obese, which is saddening. Yours is related to being hard to understand, and HOT." she smirked. "It is not!" "Seriously? Name one unattractive British person." "Fine. John Oliver." "He's pretty attractive." "Then Julie Andrews." "She's a little aged, but she's still cute. "Meryl Streep." "she's not even British!" she pointed out and I sighed. "See you can't name any. All of them are attractive. I can name tons of unattractive American people. Most people in New Jersey for one thing. " "Okay, what is it with you Americans and hating New Jersey? It's your own state!" "New Jersey sucks!" "Then why don't you remove it?" "Well that's a lot of work." "You are so lazy." I chuckled. "We like being lazy." she said proudly. "I can  see that." I nodded and pulled out my phone. "How long have you been in America?" she asked suddenly. "Hm?" "You never really talk about your time in England, I know you were born there. But you didn't really go into detail. Did something happen?" she asked. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, thinking about everything that happened. "Yes." I mumbled. "What happened?" I was about to explain when the doctor came in the room. "I have the diagnosis." he said. "Perfect, we're listening." "Your arm is broken. I, I thought it was just the wrist but it seems that you haven't been to the doctor in five years and the coconut hit you so hard, that it was the last straw for that bone." he said narrowing his eyes at her. "Health car's a bitch dude." she shrugged to which he replied "Well it's no excuse for this, dude. Now, I assume you are the closest caregiver she has?" "Yes." "Well, please take very good care of her for the next month and a half. She needs these pills twice a day, once in the morning, and once at night. Make sure she gets lots of rests and does not use that arm. It's her right one, and she's right-handed, so I'd stay by her at all times if I were you." he warned giving me a bottle of pills. "Of course. I'll take good care of my clumsy little angel." I smiled. And she blushed, hopping off of the bed and walking out of the room. "Mr. Vincent, please take good care of her. I ran a small brain scan and it seems that Jade has severe Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. And her stress levels are a little high, of course she is in college. How frequently is she taking medication?" "Jade doesn't take medication for that. She believes that it's not a disease and normal is overrated. Ask her about it, she'll give you the speech." I said and took the pills walking out and catching up with her, filling out a piece of paper and finally getting into the car. Once we were on the highway she turned to me with those beautiful bright eyes and said "What were you gonna say? About England?" I felt my chest tighten and my heart pick up. Say something. Say something you stupid Brit. Distraction, distraction....God why are there no distraction in New York Ci-Aha!  "Fish and chips. They were amazing there, I do miss them. Have you ever had any?" I asked the second I saw a Joe's Crab Shack. Her eyes faltered and she looked saddened turning away towards the window and softly saying "No. How do they taste?" "Like a dream." I nodded, and the drive suddenly became an hour long. I tried to focus on the highway in front of me, but all I could think about was that beautiful smile boring into my pupils and the way it suddenly disappeared and all that I had wished for was to see it return. But it didn't. She kept staring out at the window, knowing that I was hiding something rather large from her. And I kept driving.