Another appointment. Another trip to the hospital. Joy. I never liked having to go to the hospital for a doctor's appointment, it always brought bad memories to me.The hospital lounge is dead. No one is in the patient rooms, and one sleeping nurse is at the sign in desk. So much joy is here. "Help!Our friend needs help. He hurt his foot" Someone's British voice bellowed. "No one with a medical degree will answer you without you waiting half an hour. Let me see your friend's foot, maybe I can help" I said while looking down. I quickly looked up and saw two boys lower down a short, Irish, boy onto the ground. I quickly got out of my chair and crouched near the Irish boy.
"Can you move your foot?" I asked with worry. He groaned,tried to move it but just screamed out in pain."You dislocated your ankle. We are going to have to move it back in place. I suggest you bite down on a rag."I said as I foucused on the boy's foot. Do I know these three boys from somewhere? Oh well no time to think about that, time to fix someone's dislocated foot. "So what's your name?" I ask trying to strike a conversation. He won't focus on the pain if I try to talk to him. "Shouldn't you be fixing his foot?Not talking?" Someone snapped. That someone had curly hair and a british accent.I defenitly know him from somewhere.
"Well look curly, if I strike a conversation with the poor boy while I re-locate his ankle, he won't focus on the pain!Alright?!?!" I snapped back. A "sorry" mumbled from his mouth. I put both hands on his hurt foot, and got ready to re-locate his ankle. "1.2.3!" I stuttered. I quickly snap his ankle back into place. "OWW!!" the Irish boy yelled.
"Should have bit on a rag" I remarked. "Can..I..Have...Your...Number? You know if his foot gets worse" The other boy said. He handed me a pen, and had a shy look on his face. "Sure" I said as I wrote my number on his hand. "My name's Niall. The curly haired one is Harry, and the one who just tricked you for your number is Liam." The irish boy said. "My name's Emma. Do I know you from somewhere?" I responded. All of them looked at each other, and exchanged a nod. "We are 3/5 of the band One Direction. You haven't heard of us?" Harry said with a shock. Celeberties, joy. I hate celeberities, so stuck up and self-centered.
"Nope. I guess I have a different taste in music" I responded with a giggle. "So Emma, we are having a party, and it would be good if you came. What if Niall hurts his foot again?You should come to the party.." Liam pleaded. Is he flirting with me? Can't be. I'm not beautiful. "Better yet, why don't you come to our flat with us?" Harry interjected. Wait what does a flat mean? Is that like an appartment? Wait, British people call apartments flats.
"People in America call flats, apartments. You might confuse people. After all, you're in Las Vegas. We have a history of ganging up on people who mis-pronounce things, we'll beat you senseless." I joked. "You American's and your violent humor," Harry smirked.
