If I Fell

~53~

The doctor was back, poking and prodding then left after a few minutes.

The nurse then appeared to change my dressings.

It was all logical - shoulder, head, foot, then she turned around with a pad and started stuffing about with my horrid hospital gown.

"What are you doing?" She was trying to put it down there. She looked at me like I was a bloody idiot so I said it louder "What. Are. You. Doing?"

"Changing the pad"

"But I'm not on my monthly's" I puzzled wondering what was going on, my head hurt and I rubbed my eyes tiredly.

"The doctor didn't speak to you?" She was pretty and the boys all cast her second glances as she had fussed around when they happened to be in the room, I felt like telling her to sod off but I'm too polite to say that.

I just shook my head no, the doctor had run tests, checked my heart, looked in my eyes, checked my pulse, and tried to rotate my bloody shoulder to which I screamed blue murder, I may or may not have taught the doctor a new cuss word.

He never exactly went over my injuries with me.

"I'll fetch the doctor" The nurse took off leaving all the bloody bandages, no I'm not cussing, they had blood on them.

"She finished then?" John smiled and stepped in, nose wrinkling at the sight of the yucky bandages "gross" Paul scooted around the bed and plopped on the edge near my hip.

"Miss Grant" the doctor stood in the door clutching a chart which I presumed was mine, as he was glancing up and down looking at me. "It seems I have been remiss in not speaking over the particulars of your injuries with you"

"No, you haven't, and that nurse was being, weird"

"Weird, Miss Grant? I don't thing Nurse Kelly would be doing anything weird with your ministrations and medicines" The doctor walked straight up to John and impatiently waited for him to get the hint to back off from his position right beside the bed.

"Right, well hit me then, I know about the shoulder you let me know that was busted quite implicitly when you put your cold fingers on it and twisted it about like a wrench"

John and Paul hid grins from the doctor, who by now was checking my forehead for brains no doubt.

"Well Miss, that being said, I believe your gentlemen friends should perhaps wait in the hall"

"Pardon?"

"These two......Beatle people" Doctors distaste was almost palatable.

"Oh, why didn't you just say that then. Gentlemen- wasn't sure who you were referring to" I scoffed and John rolled his eyes smiling.

"The doctor turned to the boys "It's the pain medicine you see, gives them a sense of euphoria and unaccustomed courage to verbalise, no tact, et cetera. See yourselves out"

"No that's just Abigail" Paul smiled giving me a wink, turning to leave.

"They can stay I don't have any secrets"

"Oh, I think in this case it would be wise to be alone young lady, very wise" The doctor looked at the chart and ran his eye down the page.

"It's ok Abb's, we'll camp by the door and see you in a few" John kissed my lips and headed off out of the room.. but I had hold of Paul's hand, I wouldn't let go. John raised his eyebrow when he turned back for Paul at the doorway. He saw the problem- my hands, then nodded ok and shut the door quietly.

"Again, this is a delicate matter young lady" The doctor tried, really he did, but my mind was set.

I was terrified of anything he was going to say and couldn't bear to be all alone when he said whatever was the matter.