Call me Harry, love
I was awoken by a nurse who was checking my vitals.
I jumped, not expecting the nurse to be so close to me.
I watched her as she wrote something in my chart, I wanted to know everything that happened to me.
I was about to ask for it, before I heard someone speak up.
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Curiosity killed the cat, you know."
Dr. Styles said as he strolled next to my bed.
"I was just wondering." I said, defending myself.
"Do you not trust me enough to believe I told you everything?" He said, as he cautiously took a seat on my bed.
I didn't say anything, I just looked at him.
"Actually, there is one minor problem that I left out, but it's not even on your chart."
His tone was starting to worry me.
"When the players crashed into you, their helmets hit you pretty hard, and knocked some of your teeth crooked. I wasn't going to have any dental work done to you, until you knew what happened and more stable."
Wait, what.
I looked to him in disbelief.
"You know at AHI, we have two dentists, do you want one to come now to discuss with you what's going to happen or...." Dr. Styles obviously didn't understand how hard this was on me.
Do I need braces?
Do I need dental implants?
What even happened?
How bad even is it?
"Do they have a private exam room?" I asked hoping I could go there, instead of here. Dr. Styles nodding his head in response, his brown curls bounding up and down.
"Can I just go there?" As soon as I asked, Dr. Styles was deep in thought.
I was about to basically beg, I did not want all of the staff to see me as weak in this stupid hospital bed.
"Dr. Styles."
"Call me Harry, love."
