"Hello? Two calls from you in a two days. Aren't I special."
"Jake?"
"... everything looks fine just a bit of bruising, I've looked over your records and injury history but it seems that everything is in order. Although I must say it was quite a miraculous recovery you made initially. But I am sorry about how-"
"That's okay Doc, thank you for your time. I really appreciate it."
"Just take some of those prescribed painkillers if you feel any discomfort or if you feel it's getting worse come back and we'll do an X-ray."
"Thank you, have a good day"
"You too, oh by the way I saw your phone flashing."
"Oh thanks"
"What the? Ah shit"
"Hello?"
"Uh hi"
"Rey? Oh hey, sorry didn't mean to call you."
"That's okay, are you at the doctors? Is everything okay?"
"Uh yeah, one of the guys from Uni tackled me and I landed funny. Just bought up an old injury that's all."
"You sure you're okay? Do you need anything?"
"Rey I'm fine, really."
"Okay, if you're sure."
"I'm sure, thanks for checking though. That was very kind of you."
"Hey I'm not just a pretty face."
"That's my line!"
"Eh details, details."
"Alright well I've got to drive back to campus so I guess I talk to you later?"
"Yeah sure, bye!"
"Bye"
(...)
"Ugh my ribs are killing me."
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The Wrong Number
Historia CortaShe dialled the wrong number, he answered. #767 in Short Story 26/12/16 #316 in Short Story 6/1/17 #78 in Short Story 17/3/17