Let Me Save You

Chapter 20

I woke up, my neck hurting a little since I slept on the couch last night. I was so sick and tired of having this cast on, I can't do anything with it. So, today, I decided to go to the hospital and see if I can have it removed. I gently sat up, and looked over at the other couch. Bret was sound asleep, good. I got off the couch, and walked into the downstairs bathroom. "Ugh, this damn hair. Can I just lop it off?" I spoke to myself as I brushed out the knots that have formed. "Well, that didn't help at all." I decided just to pull it up again. 

I turned the sink water on, grabbed the toothpaste, toothbrush, and started to brush my teeth. When I finished with that I figured there was no need to change clothes, I still feel like shit, and I'm pretty sure I look like I just got hit by a bus. 

I carefully walked out of the bathroom, and checked back in on Bret. He's still sleeping with gentle, cute snores coming from him. I smiled to myself, and went to the kitchen. I grabbed in apple. I didn't want it, but if he wakes up and asks, I don't have to lie to him today. I grabbed the keys off the kitchen counter, and made my way out to the car. 

I got in, turned over the engine, and went on my way to the hospital.

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When I arrived, I parked fairly close so I didn't have much to walk if I couldn't get it off today. I walked in to dangerously huge building, and all I saw was white. White wall, white floors. That is one of the reasons that I hate hospitals, everything is just so creepy and bland. I talked to the girl at the front desk, and she took me back right away. She led me into one of the rooms, "Doctor Johnson will be with you soon, dear." And then she walked out. 

I sat there for a while, just hoping that Bret didn't wake up yet. He would freak on me because I didn't leave him a note or whatever. He honestly thinks I'm stupid. I can handle myself, and I don't know how many times I have to tell him that. I just hope it clicks soon. Don't get me wrong, I love Bret, but I need space. 

The doctor came in, and introduced himself. "Hello Miss.Rose, I'm Dr.Johnson. What has brought you here?" He sat down on the little chair, and looked at me. "Pleases, call me Emily. I came here to see if I could get my cast off?" He got up, and lifted my leg a little. "Well I don't know if it can come off, but there are cracks in it. What happened?" "Well, the crutches aren't really comfortable.." He cut me off. "You've been walking on it, haven't you?" I nodded my head, and he sighed. "Come with me, Emily."

I followed him to this one room, he sat me down, and just talked to me for a while. He told me that walking on it isn't good, and blah, blah, blah. All I heard, was that I could get it off. 

A couple hours later, I was cast free. "Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, and hugged Dr.Johnson. "Now, why don't you have an adult with you?" He asked once I let go. I couldn't find the words to say, but I knew I couldn't tell him the truth! "There away for a little bit, but my brother, who is twenty-two, is at home right now. He had a really long day at class yesterday, and I figured I should let him rest. Just send the bill to this address." I asked the lady at the front desk for a piece of paper, and I wrote down my home address. "Thanks again, I should be off now. Bye!" I hollered as I walked out of the hospital. 

I loved the feeling of not having my cast on anymore. That thing was heavy! Now I can just go home and-.

"Don't scream, and come with me." A dark, familiar voice whispered into my ear, as his hand covered my mouth.