That Mute

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Zayne's POV

As the doctor led Katye to an X-ray room, I followed behind. The doctor turned around and motioned for me to go to a separate room. I walked into the room to the left and crumpled to the ground. How could I do this to her? She never did anything to me, but I tortured her to the point where she would self-harm. Not to mention she's a girl! Her head could have serious damage. Because of me. And her... stomach. Oh god, her stomach. I thought I hadn't bruised her at all. I was so, so wrong. And the worst part was, it wasn't just me beating her. Someone else with much, much larger hands was hurting her. I felt tears fall down my face. How did I let it go so far? I hate myself. Hearing the door creak open, I stand up. Dr. L is standing there, worried.
"H-how is she?" I ask shakily. I want to know how easy it is to make it better.
"She has a small concussion. Both her wrists are weak, one is fractured. Her stomach isn't faring well. She can't eat, really. That's probably partially due to her anorexia."
All I heard was "...concussion...weak...fractured...can't eat... partially due to her anorexia."
She has anorexia? No wonder she's so damn skinny, she's starving.
"Wait, what's fractured again?" I asked.
"Her left wrist."
"How fast can you fix the physical stuff?"
"Her concussion we will have to wait it out, but I can give her some painkillers. I can cast and/or brace her wrists, but her anorexia is something she has to overcome."
I stifled a sob.
"Th-this is a-all my f-f-fault."
But the doctor ignored me.
"How much will it c-cost?"
"Just under 1 Grand."
Okay, that wasn't so bad. Based on how well she kept herself, her family is probably filthy rich. After all, her crop top probably costed some ridiculous amount.
"Can I s-see her?"
"Yes."
I walk into the room next door, and decide to tell her the news.
"You have a concussion and one of your wrists is broken. But it's easily fixed."
She inches away and nods.
"Look, I'm not going to hurt you."
She nods, but stays where she is.
"I am not going to hurt you. You are already hurt anyway. I'm assuming you want to know how much it all costs?"
A slow nod.
"Just under a grand. That's like nothing to you though, right?"
Her eyes widened.

Katye's POV

1 GRAND?!

I can't pay that! Looking down, tears spill out of my eyes.
"Hey, it's okay. Do you not have the money or something? Hold up 1 finger if you can, 2 if you can't."
I hold up my pointer finger. Then my middle finger. He looks at me. Then at my fingers. Then at me again.
"You really can't, huh?"
I lowered my head. I can't even fix myself.
"I'll pay."
My head shoots up. What? Did he just say he'll pay that much money... for me?
I shake my head. I'm not worth it.
"I'm paying. I don't care."
He insists. So I stand up shakily and run to the door. As I turn the doorknob, a large hand falls over my small one.
"No, I will pay. And I will fix what I've done to you." he says in a serious tone. I hung my head. There is no way to convince this kid that I should just die. It'd be easier.
"Come on," he leads me to a chair as the doctor walks in.
"As you can see from the x-rays taken, one wrist appears to have a hairline fracture. But we can just cast it up."
He takes a cotton layer and rolls it around my wrist, and wraps that with some green mesh stuff. It's not bendy, but it feels pretty easy to break. The doctor then splints and braces my other wrist and hands me a small bottle of painkillers.