Secret Admirer

Chapter 9: Hospital

I wipe my eyes and then I realize I'm at the hospital. The obvious signs of white walls and smelling the hospital smell makes it pretty obvious. Oh, and that I know I've been here before. The last time I was here, I had climbed a tree and thought I could fly from it. Let us just say I broke my left leg and let's pretend I wasn't 13 years old ...

Alright. I was 13 years old. I played truth or dare with Ella and I chose dare. End of story.

I look beside me and then I see Ella there.

"Psst ... Ella! Are you awake?" I whisper.

I didn't get any response.

I sigh.

I can't remember what I have done this time to end up in a hospital bed. Probably something stupid again. Suddenly, the room starts to spin and then I feel like the best thing to do is to try to sleep.

I wake up.

"Finally, you are awake! How do you feel?" Ella asks.

"My head is fine now I'm not as dizzy as before, but my back is still hurting." I grimace in pain.

"I'm pretty sure you didn't play truth or dare this time. So what did you do? Did you do something to impress Ethan or did you do something very stupid?" Ella teases me.

Oh! Now I know what I have done this time to end up in a hospital bed. It did have something to do with Ethan and a treadmill.

"When I first woke up I couldn't remember what stupid thing I did to end up here again, but I've figured it out. It wasn't even that stupid as the last time when I broke my leg, you know when we played truth or dare. This time a treadmill and an Ethan was involved." I laugh.

"So! Now I'm curious. What happened? Oh, and by the way. Your parents know about this, but they asked me to come instead of them since they were busy with work." Ella looks at me with bug-eyed eyes.

"Alright. Um. Well, I was trying to impress Ethan by running on a treadmill at level 10 and it all went really well until I lost control over my feet and legs so I fell. Meanwhile, when I fell I hit Ethan so he lost his balance." I say and grimace as I remember that horrible pain I felt at that moment.

Ella stares at me as if she listens concentrated to me. 

"Ethan lost his balance, then what?" Ella's eyebrows raise and her short brown curly hair falls into place.

"He fell on top of me. So, think Ethan's weight on my tiny back. No wonder I have pain in my back!" A painful childish giggle is what comes out of my mouth this time.

"Oh ... I'm sure he wanted to fall on top of you!" Ella teases me.

"Stop. I'm an innocent child!" I giggle.

"Yeah. Okay. I forgot." Ella grins.

"So? How is prom planning going?" I ask.

"Good. We are actually soon done, so you should probably ask Ethan before it's too late you know. Before other girls start asking him. I've heard that Jule might ask him so you should hurry up before he's taken" Ella gives me a sad gaze.

"Oh," I respond expressionless.

A woman with black long hair dressed in a white long coat is entering the white room.

"How do you feel young lady?" the woman ask which I think is a doctor.

"Good. My back is hurting, but not as bad as before!" I assure her about.

"That's a good sign. We have been giving you some painkiller so soon you will be able to leave from here if you feel alright. I suggest you don't go to school for a few days because your body needs to rest." The woman speaks.

"Will I be able to go home today?" I ask.

"We would like to keep you here over the night in case you get worse, but you will be free to go tomorrow if you feel alright." the woman responds.

So it must still be Wednesday.

The female doctor leaves the room.

"Do you have Ethan's number? If you do, I think it's for the best if you text him that you are alright, I think he's really worried about you right now. Oh, and you could always ask him to prom as well!" Ella says.

I decide to do as Ella suggested me to do.
I take my phone out of my pocket and send a text message to Ethan.

Hi, Ethan!
I'm fine. I'm able to go home tomorrow from the hospital.
Uhm. Just a Q. Can u come to my house tomorrow?
There's something really important I need to ask you.
//Anna

I put down my phone and smile.

Brrr ...
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