I park the car in front of the hospital and Troye immediately begins to get out of the car running to my door. He is opening the door and I stick my right foot out the door trying to support my weight on my good ankle. I begin to stumble and Troye wraps his long arms around my waist. "Thanks," I breathe out.
He smiles and picks me up again; I can definitely say that I could get use to this. He walk into the main entrance and sets me down on a chair, Troye walks to the reception desk and taps on a bell, a 40 year old women walks to the desk her face appearing to be concrete stone, "excuse me, ma'am I think my friend sprained her ankle, could we have it checked out." He turns towards me and turns back to the lady, "yeah, yeah just fill out these papers." she said shoving papers in his direction.
He grabs the papers from her hands and walks over to me, "little bitch," he says under his breath. I laugh and fill out the form, and Troye gives it back to her.
"Hey kid, get your girlfriend a wheelchair, they're around the corner," she yells pointing to the area behind a wall. Troye strides to the wall and disappears for a few minutes; when he comes back he has with him a wheelchair and two bags of cool ranch Doritos. he parks the chair next to my seat, "for the princess," he laughs over dramatically gesturing to the wheelchair, "thank you, your highness," I giggle and stand up before plopping straight back down into the wheelchair. I begin to eat my chips before I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and I quickly remove it and press the lock button lighting up the screen with a text message from Zoe.
Jillian where are you and Troye, I've knocked on both of your doors and nobody is answering? ~Zoe<3
Hey Zoe, sorry about that. I'm at the hospital. X Jillian
Oh my god! Are you alright, do you want me to meet you there, do you want me to get Tyler? ~Zoe<3
No, no, it's fine Zoe. Troye is helping me out, I think I sprained my ankle, nothing major. X Jillian
Alright, if you need anything have one of you two call me. ~Zoe<3
Thank you Zoe, hopefully we will be back at the hotel in a few hours. X Jillian
I lock my phone and put it into my bra, in case I need to grab it later.
"Jillian Chavez!" I hear a nurse in floral scrubs yell out, Troye steps behind me and pushes me into the direction of the scrubs, "that's me," I say looking up to her, "right this way, ma'am." she opens a door and leads us into another area of the hospital full of examination rooms. She opens the curtain to the third room and I stand up from the chair and hop onto the bed.
Troye is standing beside and the nurse grabs a clipboard from a desk, "Hello Miss Chavez, what seems to be the problem." I turn my body to face the nurse, "Um I think I sprained my ankle," I wince trying to adjust my foot. "well, let's just see," she gleams putting on a pair of gloves and begins to touch my ankle, I wince and hold my breath as she touches my foot, Troye grabs my hand and gives me a slight squeeze, god what would I do without him.
"Okay Miss Chavez, you really did a number on this. It should take a few weeks to heal properly, but before then you must use crutches and an ankle brace," she moves back to the desk and pulls out a brace, she then walks behind the curtain coming back out with a set of steel crutches. "There you are, ma'am. Go to the waiting room you came in through and have your boyfriend sign release forms," she says motioning to Troye. I put the brace onto my foot and Troye wraps his arm around my waist to help me down, "if you weren't so short you wouldn't have to jump off of the bed." Troye chuckles, "shut up," I yell nudging his arm. I take a quick picture of my foot and crutches before gimping back to the desk. Troye is releasing the paperwork and I am leaning against a wall, I might as well tweet this.
Hey guys, guess what the queen of clumsiness just did? I just sprained my ankle, nothing serious but I have to remain on crutches, tomorrows show is gonna be a blast though.
I attach the picture and tweet this. I put my phone back into my pocket, while Troye is walking away from the desk with a few sheets of paper. "What are those," I ask pointing to the papers, "a prescription for pain killers, she also told me not to let you drive, especially when you're on the pain killers." I laugh and we begin to walk to the parking lot, "Troye, babe, I don't know if I trust you with my baby," I whine petting the hood of my car. "I'll be good to her, I'm good to you aren't," he winks and unlocks the door, I giggle and climb in.
We drive to a CVS and pick up the prescription and then finally make it back to the hotel.
