Shattered But Not Broken

Chapter 3

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I ate my lunch in silence, scanning my eyes around the room for something to do to keep me occupied for a while. My eyes met a T.V.

What the heck Jess, how did you not see a T.V. there before? You're so stupid. I told myself.

I scanned around the room again for the remote, and surly enough, when I looked on the side table next to me, there it was.

I reached for the remote and when I got ahold of it I studied the buttons. I pointed it and pressed the red button at the T.V. and it came on.

I flipped through all of the channels until I found MTV. Even though MTV was pretty new, I have always liked to watch MTV because I just love music videos and seeing which new ones came out. I love jamming out to the songs and singing along.

One of my favorite songs that I loved to see and rock out to was You Better Run by Pat Benatar. Now, I know the song came out a couple years ago but I still love it. I always admired Pat Benatar and her music ever since her first record came out in '79. I found that her music had always made me happy.

None of her music videos showed that day but a lot of other good musicians videos were on. I sang along to almost all of them so loudly that I bet the people outside of the room thought I was crazy. But I'm just a girl who loves her music.

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That night I found it hard to sleep because first, I had to sleep on my back and I normally sleep on my side or on my stomach, but because of my stupid leg injury, I had to sleep on my back. It was also very uncomfortable. Not to mention the ECG was beeping right in my ear the whole night. How long am I gonna have to stay here for? I wondered.

The first thing that I did when the nurse came into my room in the morning to give me my breakfast was to ask her if the doctors or someone could turn down the volume on the machine. It wasn't like I was on life support or something. No one needed to hear my heart rate. I had a leg injury not a heart attack for crying out loud.

Later on that day, around 10:30, I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said. I thought that it could've been the nurse but actually it was the total opposite. It was one of the boys I met the day before.

It was Richie. He was wearing a suit and tie and had flowers in his hands.

"Hi." He said nervously but smiling.

"Hi," I responded. By the way that he looked at me and the way he dressed, I got the feeling that something was up. I had a feeling that he liked me, even though we just met.

"Umm..." He started. He looked down at the flowers in his hands. "These are for you." He said, coming over to the bed where I was and handing me the flowers.

"You know." I giggled. "You don't have to wear a suit and bring a girl flowers to impress her." I said sniffing the flowers.

"Oh," he said awkwardly, probably now just knowing what he did. He looked at the floor.

I could tell that he was shy and a little nervous.

I smiled at him. "It was a good effort though. It takes some real courage for a boy to do this. Thank you." I said biting my lower lip.

He laughed. "Yeah. I guess it was kind of stupid though."

I looked at his suit and tie again. "I find it kinda cute."