FREEDOM

Part 8

Sienna p.o.v

While making the spaghetti bolognese my leg was becoming weak. I realised why the doctor told me to keep my weight off of it. I groaned quietly in pain trying to make sure that mark couldn't hear me. I was almost finished with making the food anyways so I tried to handle the pain while finishing.
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The pain was getting intense and I had finished making the food. I wasn't able to serve it on to plates and I wasn't able to bare my weight anymore. I dropped to the floor with my broken leg out straight in front of me and me hiding behind the counter.
Tears were falling down my eyes as I cried quietly to myself.
I was in this position for 30 minutes and the pain just kept going and going and getting worse each time. I was meant to take the medication the doctor proscribes to me but I couldn't get up to get it out of the bag.
I started feeling dizzy due to the amount of pain I was going through. I felt like someone was slowly stepping my leg from the knee down.
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Marks p.o.v

It had been nearly 3 hours and I was starting to get hungry. I looked over to the kitchen to see if she was almost done. I realised that she wasn't there but then again where could she have gone. If she went anywhere I would have been able to here her.
I looked at the time and realised that it was past the time for her to take her medication. I could here silent weeping. I got up and walked to the kitchen to see her on the floor touching her broken leg and crying silently.

"Hey! What's up? Are you alright?" I asked her as I went close to her and put my hand on her shoulder.

"It hurts! My leg...... it hurts!" She weeped as she held onto her leg.

"Have you took your medication? Can you get up." I asked her.

"No! It hurts!"

I put her hand over my shoulder and helped her get up. I made sure that she was not having to carry her weight and took her to the living room. I placed her on the sofa lifting her broken leg up and placing a cushion underneath. I gave her, her tablet and water.

"The foods ready. Go eat." She told me.
How can I eat after this. She hadn't eaten anything and if I eat without her I'd feel bad.

"Go eat! It's ok, don't worry about me. I'm fine thanks to you." She said.

I went to the kitchen got 2 plates and filled them with the spaghetti and then the Bolognese on top. I got two cups and filled it wth water and took it to the living room. I placed it on the coffee table and sat down near her giving her plate to her and me holding my plate.