Everything Has Changed (taylor Swift adoption story) COMPLETED

10) What's Wrong

Paige Pov

So Taylor told me we were going to one more place where she needed to go, but we arrived at the doctors office. Not for her but for my ankle. She didn't even talk to we about this which makes me even more mad.

I haven't been to any doctor office since the day I was born. That's why I hate the word so much. Cause I know from being around Natalie so much that there are certain shots you are supposed to get at certain ages that I don't have. Luckily this isn't a physical according to taylor it's just for my ankle. And my health otherwise is up to date.

Before heading into the doctors office Taylor has me wear a pair of keds because I don't think it would have been good to have me walk in on a injured ankle in heels.

We head into the doctors office after I stop being difficult is how Taylor put it. My grand plan was to walk behind her and then when she wasn't paying attention as we were walking in turn around and head back to the car as the driver is waiting for us. Sadly though Taylor made me walk in front of her. Not a surprise she probably was thinking about me turning back to the car. She probably also wants to see how bad I am limping which to be honest it's really bad.

I am really hoping it isn't broken and it is just a sprain. But I did walk on it injured all day today. Taylor has sound check tomorrow morning and then the show and then we have a long flight to England the next day so if it is a sprain and I have to use crutches it won't be for long.

I have nothing against crutches or a wheel chair. Which knowing Taylor she will want me to have both if it comes to that point. Because she will claim that I need both.

Taylor is currently speaking to the woman at the desk while I am sitting in a waiting room chair. The woman freaks out about it being a Taylor Swift.

I can't blame her. That was me a couple days ago. Being invited to club red by Mama Swift and then balling my eyes out. It has and has not set in that she is now my mom. She kind of feels like just a older sister who is a little bit bossy. Which is understandable. I am only 10 years younger than her but I have to treat her like my mom because well she is.

The woman comes back to the waiting room with crutches for me. Not surprised that Taylor asked for them. I think it's a little ridiculous though. Like what the fifty foot walk to room 3 is really going to damage my ankle more.

Once we get into the room I climb up onto the chair while Taylor sits in one of the smaller chairs meant for parents.

"Taylor I don't need to get my ankle checked out and so don't need crutches." I say because I just don't like being here.

"Paige I am not arguing about this. I need to make sure you are okay before we head to England for the tour." Taylor says.

"Ok" I say in such a pissed off tone.

I get the mom glare from Taylor after that.

"How about you take the shoes off. Saying the doctor is going to want you to anyway." Taylor says sternly.

"Um... ok." I say not understanding why I can't just wait til the doctor gets here.

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After about 30 minutes of waiting and about 1000 goose bumps have covered my body because it is so cold in here, the doctor finally comes into the room.

The doctor introduces  themselves and asking Taylor why she brought me in today and what happened, and then the  doctor brings me for x rays.

X-rays took forever and weren't the most comfortable things to be doing. The doctor rotated my foot in different ways to get different shots of the injury. He took about 100. Honestly I wish I injured this ankle in a cool way instead I feel out of a tour bus bed... lame.