Trapped//One Direction// Harry's Little Sister

Mystery Man...or woman?

               I went into the doctors office and winced in pain as my stitches stretched my skin. The feeling could not be natural. Something was definitely wrong. The nurse looked at the skin and took notes. Even as I asked her questions, she gave no reply. A blank look was plastered on her sharp features. The way she gave me no feedback, led me to believe something was wrong. The worry bubbled in my stomach.

           She finished her little exam and told me in a robotic voice "The doctor will be here in just a moment, sit tight."

         I play with the paper covering the exam table ripping it into frills along the edge and kicking my feet. A brisk knock on the door snapped me from my trance causing me to cough a bit. "Come in." I say in a meek whisper.

The door opens and I have to gasp a little at the shocking sight in front of me. The doctor is a man blonde hair and blue eyes. He looks exactly like an older version of Harry's friend Luke. He introduces himself as Dr. Hemmings and the last name seems intensely familiar. We go over the basic questions asking of my previous health problems and random questions about the cause for my stitches in the first place, and my reasons for being there today. He makes a joke and I give a small yet audible laugh. Immediately after my teeth clench and I breathe sharply. Pain, so immediate and intense I have to grasp the edge of the table chair.

I feel it slowly dull and it starts to bleed. My shirt thats already soaked, getting heavier. My tears are slow yet visible and the doctor had called for help. He said they needed to get my stitches out immedately and replace them with something that may irritate my skin after a while if I do not lotion it multipule times a day. They take me to a different room and use a needle with a numbing agent to numb around my stitches. With the skin numb I relax a bit as they slowly take them out. The doctor explains how staples work instead of the stitches. He says they will be harder to pull out and might become irritated. He tells me different things to do and ways to take care of it.

I feel them putting the staples in and cry yet refuse to flinch for fear of messing it up. When they are done I risk a look and see the blood yet it has not unnumbed. Dr. Hemmings has a nurse take me back in a wheelchair and assist me with sitting. I realize driving would not be a good idea right now and think I might have to call someone. Harry doesn't answer when I try and neither does my mother. I remember I only have about one other person i could call. Luke. And so I do and he answers after a few rings.
"Ray? Hello? Where are you?" I explain everything and ask him if he could pick me up. "I will be there send me the address." I text him the address of the hospital and ask a nurse to give me the discharge papers and help me to the waiting room. She does and I wait. It doesn't take Luke long and he looks slightly confused at the hospital. I will have to explain to him of why later. He spots me in the wheelchair and comes to help me. I go to stand on my own stumbling slightly and swaying. Luke wraps his long arms around my waist careful to avoid the blood. I lean on him. For the first time, allowing myself to truly smell him. Luke smells of home. Such an odd thing to say yet he does. I savor his smell until my name is called yet again. "Ray wait a moment." Doctor Hemmings is running to me. Luke turns his head causing me to wince when it pulls on me. When the two lock eyes shock is on their faces.
"Luke you know Rae?"
"Yes dad. Your her doctor?"
"Yes. What a small world. You coming for dinner this weekend? Your mother is waiting to see you."
"Yeah. Mind if I bring some friends? Tell mom to make extra they eat a lot." I suddenly laugh. Not a normal laugh but they psychotic laugh that can only be compared to hysteria. I can't control myself and lean even more on Luke feeling both his arms support me.
"Rae breathe your going to hurt yourself." Luke says to me. I look at him as I cry; hard, from laughter.
"Man I thought you two were gonna fight not have such a normal conversation." Luke rolls his eyes knowing my relationship with my family and understanding what I mean. Yet I see the smile on his lips and he does too. I cant help but think of how handsome this boy is. I have been ignoring the warm fuzzy feeling across my body in ever place he is touching. Finally choosing to relish in him. I wrap both my arms around him and lean my head on his chest. He wraps one arm around my back and the other around my legs, cradling me in his arms and gives a slight nod to his father on his way out.
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A.N. Sorry guys its been so long enjoy!