(Un)Fortunate

Chapter 6

I needed to leave. I had spent six hours in Caleb's room. Talking, laughing, smiling. I smile at the thought as I gather my things together and wave goodbye to my brother, who's outline is traced faintly beneath the heavy covers. My mother grabs my arm softly and pulls me towards the door. Me being the clumsy one that I am, I ran my elbow right into the doorframe. I winced in pain as my elbow throbbed. In the process, I leaned down. I was cussing under my breath and threw my head forward to express how badly my elbow truly did hurt, when I hit my head on the table by the door.

"Crap! Ow that hurt."

At this point, my whole family was laughing at me. A nurse outside the door had stopped and was watching me with an amused expression.

"Stop laughing, that reallly hurt."

"Sorry, Ellie, it was funny," Brandon pipes in. Oh great. I didn't even realize he had come back from getting a soda from the machine down the hall.

"No it wasn't, it hurt."

I stand up, grasping the table so i don't fall again. In the waxed floors, I could see my reflection. My face was as red as a tomato and my hair was a bird's nest of tangles.

I step towards the door, being very careful not to run into anything or such. Now, call me crazy, but I swear the floor tried to trip me as well. I slid a foot or so as my suede flats smoothly brushed against the polished floor.

"What do they wax these floors with? Butter?" I question, rubbing my sore head.

"C'mon, let's go," My father says, starting to walk out.

"Oka- AH" My scream doesn't muffle the discreet crack of my broken arm as I hit the floor.

I really need to get rid of these suede shoes.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Brandon's worried tone only scares me more.

"No, I think-"

"Ellie? Are you okay?" My mother joins my side, helping me up.

"No." I seriously have never felt this much pain in my entire life. It's like the pain radiates through my whole body.

"What is it? What hurts?" My mother says, being her usual self and questioning everything.

"My arm, the broken one. Something is wrong."

"Okay, let's get you a nurse."

"Nurse! Someone help us!"

"Brandon, calm down. She is not dying," My father says, wiping my hair out of my sweaty forehead.

"Is she okay, Mom?" Caleb questions from his bed.

"Yeah, she is fine. She just needs to see a doctor. That's all." My mom answers steadily. She is always calm. It's her job. Literally.

"How do you know I'm not dying Brandon?" I whine. I know it's a little late, but it's a good comeback and who knows if I'll ever get to use it again.

"Wowww." Is all he says, rolling his eyes in the process.

Casey walks by, on her way to another patients room.

"Casey!" Brandon yells, running after her.

A minute later, he returns with Casey.

"What happened Ell?" She says, pulling a chair next to me.

"Well, first I hit my elbow on the door, then I hit my head on the table, then I slipped in these stupid shoes and fell on my wrist. And now, I'm here, talking to you."

"I didn't need the backstory." She sighs, lifting me up onto the chair.

"I thought it was relevant."

"Just drop it," She says, rollign her eyes a little and smiling. "I am going to go and see if the doctor is available. Wait here."

We agreed and a few minutes later, Casey has the doctor who did my surgery.

"So, you fell huh?" The doctor questions.

"It's the stupid shoes' falt, they made me slip."

"It doesn't matter whose fault it is, it just matters that you are okay."

"I'm not okay though. The pain is literally like I'm being electricuted or something."

"Let me see."

I let him hold my limp arm. The fall caused the cast to crack open, leaving a large split mark down teh side by my thumb. You can see the bandaging under the cast and the smell is horrid. He cuts away the bandaging and looks at my arm.

"Just what I thought."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, but-"

"But what?!"

"But you get your cast off early."