(Un)Fortunate

Chapter 7

As I sat in the hospital bed, waiting for further instructions, my curiosity got the best of me. I picked up the box of rubber gloves from the little tray next to me and pulled one out. I cupped my hand around the opening and blow into the glove. It inflates steadily, and keeps growing larger. I don't realize how big it is until the doctor knocks on the door. I quickly release it, and it goes fluttering into the air, landing over by the sink.

He gives me an amused smile, but it quickly fades as he joins me by my bed.

"So, Arielle, as you already know there is good news and bad news with the whole cast situation."

"Yes, i would really like to hear the good news first." I sigh, cradling my broken cast in my other elbow.

"Alright then, the good news is that you get the cast off."

I feel a smile creep onto my face.

"The bad news is that the fall and the damage to your cast has caused your broken wrist to lose time in the healing process. We will need to get you a new cast, as well as a sling this time."

"What?! I thought I was going to get it off but have to like wear a brace or something."

"Well, Arielle, your case is different. Plus, when people get their's off, they usually have had it for at least four weeks. You have had yours for only one."

"Stupid arm. Stupid accident. Stupid shoes." I mumble under my breath, pulling the bed sheet off of my leg.

"I'm sorry, but we dont' want the arm to heal funny so that your arm flanks left at the wrist. Think how awkward that would be," He chuckles, patting me on the knee.

"I will go get the stuff ready to re-cast, what color do you want this time?"

I tell him the color I want, then relax for awhile watching the hospital's t.v. Brandon comes in to sit with me and he grabs the remote and changes it to his favorite show- Hawaii Five-0. Here, all the rooms are hooked up with Netflix, so he chooses the first episode on the list: Ko'olauloa.

I sigh as he clicks play. I don't mind the show, I mean McGarrett's pretty hot; but i have seen this episode three times. It's the one where the surf company CEO is murdered. We are just getting to the familiar Five-0 theme song when Brandon pauses it.

"What was that for?" I ask, trying to take the remote from him.

"I want to ask you something."

"Fine," I sigh. "What is it?"

"It's about Caleb."

"What about Caleb?"

"We should throw him a party."

"A party? What the heck? When did this idea pop into your head?" I question. Brandon hates parties. He would rather jump off a cliff than go to a party. Much less throw one.

"Yeah, you know, a get well soon party."

"Are you high? You hate parties."

"No, I'm not high." He rolls his eyes, setting the remote next to him on the chair by the bed.

"Drunk?"

"No. Ellie stop."

"There is something wrong with you then. NURSE! NURSE!" I scream. He puts his hand over my mouth, and I lick him. 

"Ew, gross. Stop. I'm totally and completely fine." He insists, his electric blue eyes growing wide.

"Positive? Are you feeling drowsy?"

"No."

"Lightheaded?"

"No."

"Nautious?"

"No."

"Feverish?"

"No. Stop."

"Fine, but don't think I'm still not suspicious."

He chuckles before clicking play. He didn't bring it up again for the rest of the show.

Finally the doctor came in with the supplies needed to re-do my cast. When he finished, it looked like brand new and brought back unwanted memories.

"You are free to go home. If your arm starts hurting, just take the pills you got the first time you were here."

We thank him before heading home. Mom and dad already left. Brandon offered to stay and wait for me. I have to practically climb out of the hospital bed due to the growing numbness of my but from sitting still so long.

As we make our way to the elevator, a few nurses point and giggle to themselves as we walk past. For a second I think they are doing it because of Caleb and everything, but then I realize they are looking at Brandon.

"Geez, you would think you could at least walk through a hospital floor without getting stares," Brandon complains. I can't help but laugh.

"Seriously? Are you kidding me right now?" I laugh. He gives me a confused look before finally speaking.

"What do you mean?"

"They aren't staring because of Caleb. They are staring because they think you are hot." As the words escape my mouth, I instantly realize how pervy that sounded.

"No they aren't."

"Uh, yes. They are." I say blaintly.

There is no way he hasn't noticed. From his tan skin to his bright eyes, he was a chick magnet. Not to mention he also had some pretty noticable muscles too. My brother, Brandon Morgan, was a chick magnet.

"What do you mean?" He askes, amused by my words.

"You're a total chick magnet. How have you not noticed?"

"Well for one, no one just comes up to me and says, 'Hey Brandon, you're a total hottie and all the girls want you'."

"Are you kidding? Just today I have seen four girls come up and talk to you. Not one of them was Casey though. Oh, how did that date ever go?" I tease.

"It was fine. I don't really want to talk about it though."

"Fine Mr. Sassy Pants. Let's go then." I say, stepping out of the elevator and into the lobby. Immediatly, four photographers came up to us.

"Please leave us alone, we just want to go home," I say, gently pushing the camera away from my face.

"Did you just see that? Ellie Morgan pushed him! This will be all over the news tomorrow, baby!" One says, snapping more pictures.

"No! I didn't even push him! He put the camera right in my face and I didn't want it there, so I gently pushed it away."

"That's not what the newest issue of Seventeen is going to say. Their magazine sucks anyways.I'm from Teen Vogue however and I would like to ask a few questions." A stocky man in a fedora asks.

"Ellie, let's go. We don't need to bother with these people,"Brandon pushes me towards the revolving doors.

"You're right, let's just go."

We make our way out to the visitor parking garage and Brandon and I each find our cars. I follow him all the way to the gate of our house.