Shattered But Not Broken

Chapter 4

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I was a little upset when Richie left because I felt like I got to know part of him as a person. But he came back everyday to visit me around the same time and stayed longer each day.

We watched movies, sang along to songs on MTV, played the Atari, and just talked about life. We became real close and got to know one another on a one to one basis.

One day, he even brought me food that his mom made and it was amazing. Way better than the food that the hospital gave me.

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It was the day that Dr. Reed came in to help me walk. After a few times of trying to 're learn' to walk, my leg felt better. When she helped me up the first time, I tripped and fell. I didn't realize how difficult it would be able to walk again, but I guess the nurse was right. I did have to practice walking, as weird as that sounds.

My leg did hurt way more when I first started to walk which led me to fall. I couldn't walk straight and was unbalanced when no one was holding me and keeping me from falling.

After a multiple times me of trying to walk straight, and falling, Dr. Reed told me that it was enough for the day.

When I climbed back into the bed, my body felt relaxed and my leg slowly stoped hurting.

Later on that day Richie came and I felt releived and happy once again. Today he brought food with him and handed me a burger and fries from Burger Heaven. Anyone who knows me knows that I love a good burger.

"Thanks," I said.

"Sure thing," He said, replying with a gentle smile.

"You know, I'm really getting sick of the food that they give me here."

Richie put a puzzled look on his face. "So what you're trying to say is that I should never get an injury and come to this hospital so I want have to eat the food here?" He said with a serious face.

"Yeah," I said taking a bite into the burger. "That's exactly what I'm trying to say," I say, swallowing.

We both laughed.

"So..." he said. "Anything new?"

"Well the doctor tried to help me walk again but it didn't work out too well."

"I see. So, do you know when you're gonna get out of here?" He asked.

"Hopefully no more than a week."

"That's still a while."

"Yeah, well the doctor is so busy that she barely has any time to help me walk so they pushed my release date farther back."

Richie looked down at my leg and then back at my face. "Well, I could try and help you walk right now if you'd like?"

I smiled. "Sure, I don't even know the next time she's gonna help me anyways."

"Great," he said. He got up from the chair and helped me to my feet. He held my hand and his other hand on my upper back.

I had a smirk on my face. No boy has held my hand before.

He slowly put one foot in front of him as he told me to do the same.

I moved my injured leg first so the pressure was on my non-hurting leg.

"Good," he said, looking down at my feet.

Now it was time for me to move my normal leg so the pressure would be on my injured leg. This was normally the time that I would fall. I had a feeling that I was squeezing his hand a little too hard because I wasn't good at keeping my balance in this situation. But when I looked up at him, his face showed no concern.

I hurried with that step and then I repeated the steps a few more times. Then when I moved my non injured leg again, I could feel a pain jolt up my leg and I fell, bringing Richie down with me.

Out of nowhere, we both bursted into laughter, even though my leg still hurt pretty badly from falling on it and putting pressure on it.

We both got up off the ground and I climbed back on to the hospital bed. He sat back down into the chair.

It hurt to walk so I was relieved when I layed back down on the bed.

We both sat in awkward silence for the longest time.

He looked at me and I had a bright smile on my face when he smiled at me.

I could tell that we both felt nervous.

I saw him close his eyes and lean in toward me. I closed my eyes too. I knew what was happening and I didn't refuse it.

When our lips touched, I froze a bit, not really knowing what to do. I had never kissed anyone before so I didn't know what to expect or do. I kind of liked it.

It lasted only a second and then he pulled back.

"Sorry," he said quickly shaking his head. "I wasn't thinking."

I blushed and looked up at him. "Don't be sorry," I responded. "I kind of liked it." I said shyly.

"Me too," he agreed.

And with that, we both leaned in again. When our lips met again it was less hesitant and more emotional.

I felt as if the room was closing in on us.