OMG I made it to chapter 10! I'm so proud! on a less happy note I am sooo sorry I haven't posted in soooooooo long! And this is a very short chapter
Neal sits idly by my bed, aloofly inspecting the walls with low intensity. his legs are crossed and his clothes are wrinkled and dirty, which greatly differs from his usual attire of armani suits and shined leather prada's cemented to his feet. It always astonished me how he kept his shoes, never a scuff or a scrape. Meanwhile each pair of mine have their battle scars to fit WW2. Which is quite saddening once you realise my love of shoes and his utter disregard.
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He taps his foot rhythmically against the blue and white tiled floors.
Neal looks bored, which irritates me slightly. I squint my eyes and furrow my brow at him.
"You don't have to be here" I surge, he turns his head towards me abruptly.
"Yeah but what's more fun than staring at a wall with an incapacitated woman who's not wearing underwear" My eyes widen, and I quickly cross my legs pulling my gown down as well. He laughs at me, and my angry expression.
"You know, You're a dick!" I shout "I don't even know what I saw in you" I say as I shake my head disapprovingly at myself. He grins slyly.
"We both know what you saw in me" he states surely his arms crossed as he leans back into the white plastic hospital chair.
"And what's that exactly? Because Your personality is defective and..." he interrupts me briefly.
"I'm crazy hot" Neal retorts as if it was a known fact.
"Oh You wish. If anything you're cute, but in that annoying frat boy way. (I lied, sue me) And anyways I was the hot one of the relationship" I roll my eyes at him dismissively but notice he's not paying attention and is only lost in his mind. I want to keep talking but he breaks the slim silence soon enough.
"My personality is not defective! Anyway you shouldn't be talking"
"Oh and what's that supposed to mean?!" I am now on the defencive ready to protect myself from any more hurt to come from Neal.
"You were always flirting with other guys and acting just naturally crazy!"
"I was not flirting!"
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immediately we hear a knock at the door, quickly followed by a stout man in a in a white lab coat. In his hand he tightly grips a dark navy clipboard, with multiple papers held down to it.
"Am I interrupting anything?" his voice booms cheerfully over the room.
"Umm no" I quickly remark.
"I am dr. Ramsden. Would you both like to be in the room, as I tell you the full extent of your injuries?" the doctor continued.
"Yes we would" Neal chimes in. I look at him suspiciously for a moment but eventually turn my attention back to the doctor. Who looks oddly content to be delivering fatal news, this a take as a beneficial sign.
Dr. Ramsden looks down at his clipboard momentarily then begins.
"You have two fractured ribs and have suffered severe contusions on your left leg. You have a minor concussion most likely the result of a fall. You have also sustained minor trauma to your liver which caused limited internal bleeding. Which we have under control." I looks over at Neal who only stares back at me. He places his hand on my arm comfortingly, then faces the doctor.
"Is that bad Dr. Ramsden?" his eyes are wide like a frighted school boy.
"Well, Mrs. Connor is currently in stable conditions. There are also no signs of any further complications" he now turns to me to finish the diagnosis. "You will be in pain for the next few months but we can provide you medications to handle that. We will need to keep you here for the next week or so for observation but I strongly suspect you will be fine" He grins widely at me. I sigh hugely in relief , I can see the same look in neal as he whispers "good" to no one particular.
"Thank you so much Dr. Ramsden!" I announced amidst the alleviation.
"It was my pleasure. Not everyday I actually get to convey good news" I laugh quietly. Not that his joke was all that funny, but in my current mood anything will make me laugh.
"Goodbye mrs. Conner. Your nurse Jenny will assist you from now on" I nod in response and he walks out.
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"So...Kimmy you're going to be fine!" huh, kimmy. He hasn't called me that in years. It was his name for me in college, strangely I always hated it when my parents called me Kimmy. But from him it seemed right.
"I guess so" I shake my head, smiling externally throughout my statement.
"Thank god! I was practically worried there for a second" he smiles childishly at me.
"Watch out! I might think you care!" he laughs "shocking" I mouth.
"Hey, opposed to what you might think I really do care about you. I was worried about you, I'm just happy you are okay."
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He stares up at me with his brilliant hazel eyes. His thick dark brown hair is messy, which somehow adds to his suave sexy allure. his skin is tan, but not overly so. His lips are full and soft and always seem to be pulled back into a cunningly juvenile smile. He is tall, his body is toned and hard. Similarly to his face his abs and chest are amazingly chiseled.
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"Kim I'm sorry."
"Why" I murmur.
"Calling you kimmy. It was shortsighted of me not to realise it would be weird" he looks apologetic, as if he feared leading me on.
"It's okay...Today has been...weird" I hesitate, feeling the thin ice I seem to be walking on.
"It has, I wish we could just get past this" I don't know what to say.
"You learn more about a person at the end of a relationship, than the beginning. I'm not yet sure what I have learned about you" I breath distantly.
"Me neither."
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