Bittersweet

Chapter 19

I'm screwed.

The nurse touched around my foot, and with every finger she lays on me I hiss in pain. It hurts. A lot.

"It's swollen. Put some ice, but I can start to tell that it's a little severe." She says as she rubs on some type of cream.

Five minutes later and I'm still at the nurse's office with my foot propped up on the chair and an ice pack burning my skin. God I should have been careful. For some reason, I wish Caleb was here so I can see if he genuinely cares about me.

Just as the thought crosses my mind, the door opens. Speaking of the devil. My heart drops and I was scared that I might have said that out loud. The shock on his face was evident.

I said it out loud didn't I?

Stupid mouth and brain not connecting.

His green eyes dart to my feet.

"What are thoseee?" He looks down at my Toms.

So I didn't say it out loud then.

Wait. What?

"What?" I look down at my shoes.

"No seriously. What are those?" He points at them with a smirk.

What is up with him?

"They're shoes." I say.

"Sure. What happened?" He points to my ice covered foot.

"I fell on the stairs." I say.

"That must've hurt." He hisses on my behalf.

"You betcha." I nod and force a smile. My hands were shaking so I put them under my thighs and sat on them. God I'm so awkward.

"Caleb! What do you want?" The nurse yelled from her office.

"My foot!" He yelled back and sauntered into her office. His foot certainly looks okay.

I was left alone again and the pain in my foot didn't subside.

Eventually, I heard the nurse yell at Caleb to stop whining and go back to class. I laughed to myself when he whined more and said he just came here to waste class time. He laughs and walks out of her office. I look up from my fingers and meet his eyes.

"Get well soon, Ana." Caleb says before he grips the door handle and pulls the door open. It resist and his arm muscles flex as he pulls at it harder.

"Thanks." I clear my throat. He smiles and closes the door behind himself. I let out a breath and look through my bag for something to distract myself until my mom comes.

An hour later, I'm at home. My mom had me in the living room, with my foot propped up on two pillows with a bag of ice on my foot. I had some weird Turkish TV show playing for my mom. She was at the end of the couch, stroking my shin, a coffee mug in her grip.

I watch the TV as the two young girls on the show discover that they have been living with the wrong parents their whole life. They had been switched at the hospital at birth. One of the girls lived in poverty when she was supposed to be in a palace, and vice versa. I felt really sorry for the girl even though it's not a real story.

But then I thought, there has to be at least one person in this whole universe that went through every fictional story written.

"Ana? Please tell me more details on how you fell." My mom breaks my train of thoughts as she pauses the TV.

"I was being the clumsy person I am and I tripped." I said, reaching for my own mug of coffee.

"How Ana?" She giggles.