Arms | Demi Lovato and Wilmer Valderrama

5

Demi

The next morning I woke up with a headache from crying so much. With a sigh I got up and went into the bathroom, stripping down to shower. The second I stepped into the glass shower my feet shot out from under me and I landed hard onto the floor letting out a scream as shooting pain went through my ankle.

"Demi?!" Wilmer burst through the door and I yelped, trying to cover myself up.

"Wilmer get out! I'm naked." He rolled his eyes and crouched next to me, handing me a towel.

"Nothing I haven't seen before. Now what happened?"

I covered my body with the towel and sighed, "I fell. It's my ankle again."

He sighed and began the usual procedure, tapping lightly around the bones and ligaments until I hissed in pain.

"Okay, we're going to the hospital."

I groaned, "Do we have to? This is so embarrassing they literally know my name and NOT because of my voice"

He chuckled and turned off the shower, "Can you stand?"

As I attempted, a sharp pain made me clench my teeth to keep from screaming.

"No."

He nodded and leaned down, gently wrapping an arm around my bare waist and the other hooking through my legs.

"Ready?"

A blush crept through my cheeks again as I nodded and gasped as he lifted me, my ankle throbbing as he walked to the bed and set me down on the comforter.

"Okay clothes. What do you want to wear?" He asked, walking into the closet.

"Just leggings and a t-shirt."

He came back with black leggings, one of his t-shirts, a black bra, and a thong.

"Underwear lines, right?"

I rolled my eyes as he helped my legs through the lace material and looked up at me, "You're gonna have to stand up." I nodded and grabbed his shoulders to help me up. His fingers were gentle as he slowly pulled the garment up my body and stood so our faces were only inches apart. Slowly, he leaned in and pressed our lips together, grabbing my waist to catch me as I nearly fell over. He pulled away and handed me the bra.

"I only know how to take these off, not the other way around."

A loud laugh turned into a gasp of pain as I accidentally put weight on my bad foot. I put the bra on with my back to him and when I turned around Wilmer's eyes were sad.

"You don't have to do that you know, hide. Not from me."

I nodded slightly and reached for the black pants, "I know."

After helping me into the pants and the shirt Wilmer slipped an UGG boot over my good foot and gingerly picked me up, walking out of the house and to the car where he held my hand the the entire drive to the hospital. Once there, he carried me in and set me in a wheel chair, filling out the paperwork as we were instructed to wait for a doctor.

"Does it still hurt?" I nodded miserably and bit my lip, trying to keep back the tears.

His hand touched my cheek, "It's okay to cry Demi. In fact, it's considered normal."

With a sigh I leaned my head onto his shoulder, my eyes closing as the pain in my leg increased.

"Can they hurry the fuck up?" I whined, and he chuckled.

"I'm sure they're working as fast as they can. But you are Demi Lovato you know, you could've gotten a private room and been in and out of here in minutes."

I shook my head, "But that means some who came here before me wouldn't get the doctor they needed."

Wilmer smiled, "Always thinking of others."

I nodded stubbornly, and a doctor walked up to us.

"Demi Lovato?" I looked up and nodded. "I'm Doctor McCabb. I'll be taking care of you today. You wanna tell me what happened?"

My cheeks went red, "I fell getting into the shower."

The man nodded with a look of amusement as he directed his next words to Wilmer, "I'm assuming you're her husband and, from your lack of panic, this happens frequently."

Wilmer chuckled, "Too frequently."

I sighed, getting annoyed at the two of them making fun of me.

"Well we're gonna do x-rays, but you'll most likely need to be off of it for the next month or so, and in bed for the next week." I sighed and let him wheel me into the x-ray room.

Turns out, it's broken. Wilmer held my hand as they casted it and left to get my discharge papers.

"How am I going to do anything?" I groaned, staring at my bulky black cast.

"Don't worry, I'm taking two weeks off."

I smiled, "Doctor Valderrama?"

He shrugged and leaned in, "You always were into roleplay."

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