What The Papers Don't Say

Chapter 20

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" Do we have to go ?" I pouted at Harry.

" Yes ! The doctor needs to get you checked up." He smiled buttoning his shirt.

It's been four days which means I have to go get checked once again. Ever since the accident,

I feel like I don't like hospitals that much anymore. I guess it's just a reminder of what happened.

" Yeah but I've been remembering bits and pieces." I pleaded.

" Babe, its your rib we're getting checked out. Not your head." He ruffled his hair fixing

it into its natural place.

" Fine." I sighed in defeat.

" Why do I sense a 'But' coming on ?" He questioned.

" But .. We have to get ice cream." I reasoned.

" The usual cotton candy and almond ?"

" Yep ! Good times."

Thankfully, the drive didn't take that long. The swarm of patients and visitors running around

confused my vision as we were seated into the waiting room. I tried to glance at the

crack exposing the lobby just to get a clue of a nurse walking to call my name. The long waited

nurse showed up after fifteen minutes of weird smelly hospital medicine in the atmosphere

and a guy reading a seventeen magazine with a guitar strap on the back and marijuana shaped pendant

on his neck. And I thought I was a weirdo.

" So how are you today ?" My doctor asked as I leftted my graphic tee letting the bandage peek through.

" I'm actually feeling really well. The recovery isn't that slow at all !" I cheered

as she slowly unleashed the bandage wrapped around my torso.

" And your memory ?"

" I've remembered everything up to February first. Is that normal ?" I answered with a question.

" Yes. Considering how hard your head collided with the driving wheel, it might take some

extra time to remember the newest events."

I nodded as we sat in silence. Except the sound of medical white tape ripping,scissors

ripping through the sanatized fabric of the bandages, our lungs releasing air into the room,

and the chair creaking a little as it moved. The nurse slowly moved around my chair in a clockwise

motion trying not to exert any pressure at all on the fractured bone. I felt nothing at all unti

l the bandage was tightened and glued into my skin. It was like someone was drilling

a nail into your rib cage. Ugh.

" You're ready to go. Enjoy your day." She said goodbye as the door flapped shut.

" How you feeling ?" Harry sat on the chair next to me grabbing hold of my hand.

" You know you've asked me that question like twenty five times today ?" I laughed at how

concerned and cute his facial expression is.