Fifty One Days

Chapter 17 'I think its broken'

Chapter 17! I’m flying through these chapters now I’ve finished all my Christmas shopping Haha. Thanks for reading guys ❤📖

We arrive at the hospital in 40 minutes. My hand is so swollen, I can feel my heartbeat practically pumping through the skin. Milo drove pretty fast and I was quite glad the roads were pretty dead this time of night. Milo parked the car, ran round and opened my door for me.

The A and E department was easy to find and relatively empty thankfully.

“You didn’t have to come in with me Milo" I say as were walking towards the reception. A beautiful blonde lady is sitting behind the glass staring at her computer screen. She looks up as we approach the window and gives me the most welcoming smile I’ve ever seen and then she see's Milo and her mouth drops open.. yes I know he's absolutely gorgeous but he’s mine! Shit! Where did that come from? I’m still so annoyed at Milo for he did last year but I cant help but be slightly territorial over him.

“Hi can i help?” Miss annoyingly beautiful blonde asks us. She cant seem to take her eyes off Milo. I don’t blame her. Neither can I most of the time.

“Yeah hi...urm I think I’ve broken my hand, well at least a few fingers and definitely my thumb”

“Okay and how did this happen?”

“She punched someone!” Milo buts in, giving her his breath taking smile. You can practically see her melt at the sight of it. I feel sick.

“Oh okay” She coughs and takes her eyes off him remembering where she is. “Okay Name,  date of birth and Address please?”

“Take a seat Ali, I’ll do this for you.”

“ You don’t know any of my information though?”

“I know your full name, we live in the same address and i know your date of birth...its today"

“What year?” I say so full of myself.

“Every year” He grins at me and I cant help but laugh “1991. Now go sit down. I got this”

I begrudgingly walk over to the waiting area, I know he only wants me to leave so he can flirt with the receptionist. I try to stop myself from watching them, so I take a seat facing the other way. I look down at my hand and try pull my ring off. Fucking hell that’s painful. My eyes are stinging and i can feel my mouth watering as if I’m going to be sick. I really hope they don’t have to cut the ring off, I’ll be devastated.
Milo plonks himself next to be in the chair.

“Jennifer said the doctor should be right with you. It’s been a quiet night so far. How you feeling?”

“Yeah I’m okay” I ignore the fact he's already on first name basis with her. “I’m just worried they will have to cut my ring off. It was my nans.”

“They might have too, let me see" I pass my hand to his and he holds it carefully. “I don’t think any of your fingers are broken but I do think your thumb might be. Can you move it?”

I try to wiggle all my fingers and thumb and all my fingers work but my thumb doesn’t budge.

“Yeah it looks like you’ve broken your thumb. Here pass me your hand I’ll get your ring off. You just need a bit of lube” I snatch my hand away.

“What the fuck Milo, you are not putting lube on my hand in a hospital. Where you going to get lube from?”  He shakes his head at me and picks my hand again.

“Not that kind of lube weirdo. Trust me a minute”

He brings my hand to his mouth and slowly and carefully places my middle finger in his mouth. It makes me shift slightly in my seat, I’ve gone warm all over. I quickly scan then room, luckily no one else is here. He brings his mouth down to the end of my finger and flicks his tongue round and pulls it out of his mouth again. He gently pulls at the ring and after some wiggling about it slides off my finger and he places it into my other hand.