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Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Amanda’s P.O.V

When I woke up in the hospital bed again, I almost groaned. I was sick of the hospital food, I was sick of all the white, I was sick of the beeping, I was just sick of hospitals. But, on the bright side, at least Nate, Bekah, and Dylan came to see me when they could. That was always a nice day booster. 

I flickered my eyes open, adjusting to the bright light from the fluorescent lights and the window light combined. I glanced to the left, only to see a man in a doctors coat, hugging a clipboard to his chest with a smile on his face. I just blinked up at him with a lack of words. 

“Good morning, Ms. Blake.” he said happily, holding the clipboard now so he could scribble words on it with a silver pen.  

“Good morning.” I mumbled. What was going on? A doctor already saw me this morning. Right? I couldn’t have possibly dreamt of waking up to being checked on, or the silly grin on the other doctor’s face and the apology that seeped form his mouth when he realized he woke me. 

“Well, I’m here to check out your injuries.” he said, the smile turning into a happy grin. I could tell he loved his job and would never think of wanting a new one. 

I nodded, not knowing what else to do. I just sat there as he set hung the clipboard on the end of the bed and made his way towards me. He took a light out of his breast pocket and shone it into my eyes one at a time. He also made me follow his finger with my eyes at the same time. I had that done to me the first day I came in. That’s why I was confused. Normally the doctors just check out my pulse and blood pressure and how my injuries are healing and leave. This guy is being more detailed and checking everything. 

Soon, he had made his way from shining a light into my eyes, to checking my heart rate with a stethoscope, and making sure I reacted well. Finally, he went back to the clipboard to write stuff down. 

I had upgraded a bit as I healed. When I was first admitted, I had one of those open back gowns. Then, I went from that to just a regular blue nightgown with white dots all over it. But now, I had a pair of pink pajama bottoms and a pink t-shirt from home to sleep and stay in. They also allowed me to wear a bra now. I was quite thankful for that. When I first came in, they made me keep it off for a few days to be able to know that the bruising on my chest wasn’t from the under wire of my bra pressing up against the bruised tissue as time went on. 

“Well, now I’m actually going to check on all your injuries.” the doctor said, replacing the clipboard back on the edge of the bed and walking towards me once again.

He lifted up the hem of my shirt and began poking and prodding at the ribs that I had bruised. 

“Does anything hurt?” he asked, just watching his fingers. 

“No. They’re only sore if I move in certain ways.” I told him honestly. I had remembered feeling a twinge now and then rolling around on the bed trying to fall asleep, or just during the day if I moved at a certain angle. 

“Good. That’s good. How about your wrist and ankle?” he asked, moving his hands to my wrist to look at it. He began moving my wrist in all kinds of angles and places. 

“They’re both fine. I haven’t felt pain in either of them for a while.” I watched him move from my wrist to my ankle and seem satisfied with his results. 

“Well, how about that shoulder? I know that caused you grief for a while. Is it still?” he asked, pulling the collar of my t-shirt to see the light bruise that rested on my shoulder. It was where the seat belt had been at my shoulder from the lock on it. It was much more painful and ugly when I was first admitted.