Cupid's assistant

Chapter 23

When I woke up I could tell that I wasn't in my room or in the Hale's guest room without even opening my eyes. The room I woke up in smelt of detergent and Lysol. I open my eyes and I see I am lying in a hospital bed with scrubs on instead of a backless gown. The images of what happened to me all came flooding back to me. I felt a lot better than I did last night, I could hardly feel any pain, maybe they gave me some narcotics.

I look and see my dad sleeping in a very uncomfortable looking position in the chair right next to my bed. I felt bad that he had to stay here all because of me when he could have been in his comfortable sleep number bed at home. I also noticed that my mom wasn't with him, ha, typical mom. She was probably over joyed to hear that I was in the hospital, that got my dad out of the way so she could take up the whole bed. Unless of course she decided to call one of her lovers to help her take advantage of that bed.

The door opens and in walks uncle Harley, also in scrubs and a cup of coffee. He looked surprised to see me sitting up and awake. "Hey kiddo, how are you feeling?" He asks me coming over to sit down at the edge of the bed.

"I am much better, did they give me narcotics? Because if they did they work wonders. Is that coffee for me?"

Uncle Harley laughs, "well you seem to be back to your normal self. Yes, they gave you some pain killers. No, the coffee isn't for you it's for Kyle," he says motioning towards my sleeping father. "He seems to need it more than you." He says and I shrug agreeing with him but that doesn't mean that I don't want coffee.

"Where's the doctor? I want someone to explain to me what my injuries are and why I didn't go home last night."

"I was your doctor," he says and I remember that uncle Harley was in fact a doctor. I can't believe I forgot my own uncles profession. "Your dad and I pulled a few strings for me to operate on you. You have a second degree ankle sprain, we had to surgically glue some of yourself back together, you also had cracked the back of your head open and lost quite a bit of blood so we had to give u some and you got stitches there. I am amazed that you didn't get a concussion. You are going to be in an ankle brace and crutches for a few weeks, then I will allow you to only walk on it for a few weeks. Now I am about to say something that I know you won't like but it's for your own health, you are not allowed to run until I give you the clearance." He says.

I felt my heart skip a beat, did he Just say that? Am I really not allowed to run? That is the worst thing a runner can hear from their doctor. I won't be able to run out my anger and not allowing me to run will give me more built up anger. I start to complain and protest but uncle Harley was to having any of it. "But uncle Harley-"

"No buts Sophie! Now to will also need to ice your ankle for 20 minutes at a time in the first 48 hours. You will also need to refrain from putting any weight on it, please Sophie I can not emphasize this enough, rest." He yells the last word pretty loudly making my dad wake up from his slumber and jump up with his fists ready to fight someone off. He sinks back down in his seat and rubs his forehead when he realized that it was only his brother.

"Morning Daddy," I say slightly hesitant.

He looks up and a smile washes over his exhausted face, "hey sunshine, how you feeling." He asks as he takes the coffee out of his brothers hands.

"Much better, though I am still in pain it wasn't as bad as before. Those narcotics, that is some good stuff." I say and my dad starts to shake his head and bends down to kiss my forehead.

"Felling a little loopy?" He asks me because normally I frown upon drugs and narcotics do tend to impair your thinking abilities just as all drugs do. But I didn't put the pain killers in me, uncle Harley did and it isn't illegal if I had it prescribed to me.