My Story: R.M.S Titanic [Completed]

30: Injuries

Scott sat me on the medic's table and I kicked my feet a little. The medic seemed to already be preparing something for me and I looked at Scott. I always hated doctors and medics so I was slightly uneasy.

"I'm just going to wrap her legs up and then you can take her to your suite," the medic said as he pulled on gloves.

"How about your head? She hit it against the wall," Scott said as he rubbed my arms.

"She's answered all the questions I asked with a quickness so she is fine," the medic said as he rubbed a cold paste on my leg. I gasped and grabbed Scott's hand.

"What is that?" I asked as the medic rubbed in the paste. Scott looked at me and then the paste.

"It has a healing agent in it so the wounds don't get infected," Scott said. I nodded and was quiet as the medic wrapped my legs up.

"I would recommend that you spend the rest of day making sure she isn't walking around," the medic told Scott. Scott nodded and I glanced at him.

"It was just a small tumble. I am feeling well and strong," I told Scott but I knew everyone could hear.

"Miss Morgan, you were lucky Officer Fisher was showing my assistant around the ship and you ran into them. You could have seriously injured yourself and the Titanic might have its first death," the medic said. I stared at him, shocked and frightened by the information he had given me.

"That is enough! Perhaps you should learn how to talk to a lady before you make such a bold statement as the one you just made," Scott yelled. I touched his arm and he pulled me into his chest.

"Sir, I do not think that ladies should be blocked from knowing medical realities," the medic said.

"Medical realities? Medical realities states that she wouldn't have fallen if they weren't there!" Scott shouted and I flinched. In that moment, it seemed my dream of our love was just a dream, until he moved my hair.

He's just mad at him for making me scared, I realised and I looked at Scott.

"I just want to go to the suite and rest," I stated. Scott picked me up and I held on to him.

"He shouldn't have said anything like that! Does he realise how incompetent that was to tell you that you would have died on the Titanic or any ship for that matter?" Scott started shouting as he sat me on the couch in the suite's sitting room.

"Scott, please sit down and be quiet. You are making my head hurt more," I stated. He sighed and sat next to me.

"Are you feeling well?" he asked. I shook my head and leaned on his shoulder.

"It hurts but I will be fine," I told him. He stood and walked to the safe that I could only assume Mr. Ismay bought him.

"I know material culture is not something that you enjoy-" he started.

"You better not have gotten me another gift," I stated. He chuckled and turned around with a long rectangular box. I smiled as he walked towards me. "You need to stop with the constant gifts, Scotty. I am injured, not dying," I told him. He looked at the box.

"I just like giving you gifts because we both grew up with nothing and now I can give you things that we had only wished that we had," he said. I didn't say anything because he had a point. I always wanted the expensive stuff but because of my class, I couldn't have the expensive things in life.

"I don't have anything to give you," I whispered as he sat down next to me and he moved my hair that was probably a mess.

"I don't want you to worry about giving me gifts. I knew that I could love you the moment I saw you when you were in the boiler room, looking for your father. You were like a rose in the middle of a desert or a lighthouse in the middle of darkness waters. You gave me hope. I was going to find a way to get your attention on me while we were on this ship and make sure that you got off with me. Then Mr. Ismay gave me this chance and I couldn't say no when he said Morgan. I knew who your father was so I knew that you had to be the one he was talking about. Now I am with you for the rest of our lives," he told me and I felt my heart squeeze.

"You have wounded my heart," I said as I felt a few tears slip out of my eyes. He wiped my eyes and I looked at my lap.

"I apologise but I had to. Please forgive me," he said. I smiled at him and he kissed my lips.

"It is nothing to apologise for. I am more than willing to have my heart wounded by you and your stories such as those," I told him as he pulled away. I put my legs up on the foot rest so I could look at my wrapped up legs.

"Here. I want you to open it," he said, handing me the box. I opened the box but my hand slipped and it caught my finger in the box. I pulled my finger out and rubbed my finger. I laughed as Scott took my hand and rubbed my fingers. "Stop getting hurt," he teased and I laughed as I kissed him.

"As long as you take care of me, I will never stop getting hurt," I said and he held me in his arms for a moment.

"Go on. Open the box," he said. I opened the box and looked at the bracelet inside. It was lined with diamonds and I held my necklace.

"It matches," I said. He nodded.

"I know."

"Thank you."