We Are Of The Reckless Kind

19

During my short life span, I have always been known as the clumsy one. All of my friends have either been athletes or gymnasts and I have always been the one to stand aside and read or write. I didn't mind it though. Ever since I fell off my bike when I was 4 I decided that there will be no physical exercise for me.

I remember this one time I decided to try roller skating. Not a good idea, but it seemed like one back then. It was my birthday and my parents got me a brand new pair of skates and I remember nearly shitting my pants. The moment they gave them to me I ran out of the house (my mom and dad yelled at me for not putting them on inside so I had to come back inside). After about half an hour of trying to put them on we finally did it and I finally got to ride them. It felt like flying. Until I rode into a tree and nearly got a concussion. So I decided roller skating wasn't my forté either.

My mom and dad have always tried to get me into dancing. But I always told them I'm too clumsy.

I guess now, sitting here in the ER with me, they probably get the point.

''I still don't get how you managed to fall down a flight of three stairs.'' Luke said and laughed.

''It was four stairs. Besides, I told you I'm clumsy.'' I replied, crossing my arms.

''Yeah, but I didn't think you were this clumsy.''

''Yeah, yeah, mock Hazel. Well guess what? You can do all the weight lifting you want while I make money with nuclear fussion in CERN.''

''Woah there, mate. You would kill us all. First learn how to go down the stairs without spraining an ankle.''

I huffed. ''Try to be nice, Luke?''

''I'm here, aren't I?'' he smirked.

I looked around the waiting room. I spotted a woman and a man around my parents' age. The woman was crying while the man was comforting her. Are they waiting for their kid? Oh, a doctor is talking to them. And before you make assumptions, I'm not eavesdropping. I'm just gathering information.

''Is she gonna be alright?'' the woman asked.

''She's still unconcious. I don't think she'll wake up for at least a few days.'' the doctor replied.

Wow. They have it worse than me. A lot of people have it worse then me. And I never see it. Not just for my sprained joint, but for everything. I complain about how shit my life is and how I want to die, but a lot of people have a reason to do it and I don't. But being the selfish person I am, I only think about myself. Take Luke for example. If I had his problems, I wouldn't have made it to my 15th year. And I praise him for staying strong, because I wouldn't have met him otherwise.

''What are you thinking about, Hazel?'' Luke asked.

''Just life in general.''

''You always think about life.''

''When you don't deserve a life, you think about it quite a lot."

"Don't say that."

"What should I say? I mean, look at me. God just wasted his time making me. I don't have a purpose in life."

"Oh, you most definitely have a purpose in life," he said, "if not yours, then mine. I don't know what I would do without you, Hazel. You're my strenght, my rock. You bring me up when I'm down. I don't know where I would be without you. Probably digging up my own grave by now. You're my saving grace. You... You saved me, Hazel Winters. And I love you so, so much."

I hugged him. "You know, these sappy moments are what I like the most about you."

"I can be sappy on more then one occasion, huh?" he laughed.

"Yeah, you can. Well, I can be sappy too you know. Not that I've ever been sappy. Nor do I want to be sappy. I keep my sappiness to myself."

Sappy is a funny word, isn't it?

"You can be sappy in front of me."

I fake gasped. "Luke Hemmings, watch your mouth!"

"Did I say anything that insulted you, m'lady?"

"You did, in fact. Why art thou insult me, Luke?"

"I am truly and utterly sorry, Hazel. It will not be happening again."

We looked at each other and we both burst into laughter. I think the whole waiting room was staring at us.

"Winters." the lady at the counter said. Finally.

I swear you have not witnessed hell if you haven't waited in a hospital with a sprained ankle for two hours.

I went inside the doctor's office and he checked my leg. He said that I had a sprained ankle. What a shock! I would give him a snarky comment but my mom was giving me the 'don't say anything or I will personally murder you with an axe' glare. Or something like that.

Anyway, when he was finished with my ankle, we left the hospital. I was relieved to be out of that hell hole. I never liked hospitals. They creeped me out.

I mean, what would be nice about a place where they bring people to die? If there were some male nurses there I would break a new limb every day. But as my good friend Dean Winchester says: "I don't wanna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot."

I have nothing to say against nurses. Most of them are really nice. Except for the old and crabby ones. They are just plain rude.

We came home pretty quickly and I just threw myself on my bed and tried to think of a positive outcome to all of this.

I don't have to go to school for a week. So that's good, right?