The Child on the Streets(UNDER MAJOR EDITING!!!!)

Hospital Part 2(Kirstie's POV)

"Ok...Kirstin," someone said. I looked up and saw a doctor standing at the doorway, looking at me.
     "They said your name right," Mitch whispered with a smile.
     "I heard," I whispered back. We got up and walked up to the doctor.
     "Hello. I'm Dr. Anne," the doctor said. She held out her hand for me to shake. I shook it.
     "I'm Kirstin Maldonado and this is Mitch Grassi," I answered. I stopped shaking her hand to hold Mitch's hand.
     "Yes I know. One reason is because you, Ms. Maldanodo, are my patient and the other reason is because my kids are very fond of your acapella group," Dr. Anne said. I smiled a little.
     "Follow me. We must get a proper bandage for that cut and a scan of your brain to see if you damaged it," Dr. Anne said. We followed her.
     "I feel fine, though," I said.
     "Speak for yourself. That bump could've made you deaf but some sort of miracle happened. Although, some miracles are just that you lost ability to something else on a different part of your body," Dr. Anne explained. She led them into a fairly large room.
     "Ok, I'm glad I didn't sign up for Doctor school. This stuff is way too complicated for me to bear," Mitch said.
     "You guys stay here until I come back with the equipment," Dr. Anne said. She left and closed the door. Mitch squeezed my hand again and I squeezed it back.
     "I hope nothing's wrong," Mitch said. I looked at him.
     "Me too," I said with a weak smile. I really didn't want anything bad to happen after they did the brain scan. If there was something wrong with me it would effect tour. I looked down at the floor, trying not to cry. Mitch must've read the expression on my face because he stepped in front of me and held both my hands with his. He let go of one hand to tilt my head up. I let his hand guide my face so his face was only inches away.
"It's going to be ok, Kirstie," Mitch said. I half smiled.
"I know it will. Thank you, Mitch," I said. He knew though that I didn't believe it.
"Thank you, Kirstin, for always being there for me. Thank you for always making me and the group laugh. Thank you for always smiling no matter what. Thank you for choosing to be my friend that one day in 3rd grade when we were 8. Thank you...so much. Listen to me, Kirstie. I know you don't believe it but when I say everything's going to be ok...it will be. It might not be right away but I promise it gets better," Mitch said. I almost did cry because what he said was so heartfelt. I could only muster a small but meaningful and bright smile.
"I know this a hospital. I know that this isn't the most romantic time to ask this. I know that you probably already think of us as dating but I want to make it official. Kirstin Taylor Maldonado, will you be my girlfriend?" Mitch asked. My small smile turned into a bigger one.
"Mitch! Of course I will!" I said excitedly. So many emotions were running through my brain. Mostly happy ones but the sad ones about ruining your were fading. He smiled brightly and hugged me tightly. I didn't want to let go. He did though, only to kiss me. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. I couldn't believe I had lived my life without his hand in mine and without his lips on mine. I smiled under the kiss and I could tell he was, too.
"You didn't tell me you two were dating," Dr. Anne said. We pulled away automatically. I blushed and smiled. Mitch looked at the floor but he was smiling, too.
"Uhh...sorry...umm...I just...err," I stammered.
"Forget it. It's ok. Ooh! I have the equipment!" Dr. Anne said excitedly. She wheeled in a cart full of technology stuff. I raised an eyebrow at her.
"Sit," Dr. Anne said patting the bed. I sat on the bed.
"I don't need a bed. I'm fine, really," I said.
"You have to sit on the bed. It's rules of you need a treatment," Dr. Anne explained.
"I need treatment!" I almost screamed. Mitch sat down beside me and took my hand. I calmed down a bit.
"No you don't need treatment. Misuse of words. You just need to do the scan by you need to be on the bed for that. Your boyfriend can't stay on the bed at the same time, though," Dr. Anne said.
"If Mitch isn't sitting on this bed I won't either," I said firmly. Dr. Anne groaned a little but then she shrugged.
"Fine. Whatever. Don't mess with the equipment," Dr. Anne said.
"I won't," Mitch answered. My doctor was really weird this time. Last time I came here the doctors were not this crazy. I guess they changed things, I thought. Dr. Anne was rummaging through the cart trying to find something. Finally, she pulled out a weird looking scanner that you could hook up to the ceiling. It was like the ones at the dentist when they took X-rays of your teeth.
"Ok..." Dr. Anne muttered as she clipped it to the wall and stretched it out so it was about a foot away from the side of my head. I looked at Mitch and he had a very confused face on. He looked cute when he was tapping into his emotions. I turned my head back around to Dr. Anne. She was back in the cart rummaging around for something else.
"Where did I put those lens?" Dr. Anne muttered. I saw glass things right next to her hand.
     "I think they're there," I said, pointing. Dr. Anne looked and seemed to look embarrassed.
     "Oh...thank you," Dr. Anne replied. I smiled a little and Dr. Anne inserted the lens into the scanner. Dr. Anne patted the thing like a dog and showed me.
     "This is a brain scanner. It'll tell me if the bump damaged your brain. Even the littlest bit," Dr. Anne said.
     "Ok," I answered. Mitch scooted a little closer to me.
     "It'll also tell me how you are effected by it. Ok?" Dr. Anne asked.
     "Ok," I said again but my voice was cracking from fear.

So I guess I need to make 3 parts. Oh well...it means more story at least. Sorry if this sucked! Sorry if you hate it! Hope you enjoyed it! Peace Out Peeps!