Chapter 5
"The cut on her foot was infected. She'll be fine now. She just needs to rest and give the antibiotics some time to fight the infection." I blink, and open my eyes to the glare of the fluorescent lights. I shut them again. I feel the mattress sink as someone sits at the edge. Knowing that I couldn't pretend to be sleeping anymore, I open my eyes and see Ella sitting at the edge of my bed.
"Pammy! You're awake!" I offer her a weak smile and try to remember what had happened. I turn to my dad for an explanation and I could see him trying to mask his anger. Shocked, I remembered that he was going to sell one of his paintings. I must have somehow ruined it for him.
"I'm glad you're okay. I'll sign the papers to get you discharged and we'll take you home." I nod, not knowing what else to say.
I tried to stand up, only to feel a sharp pain in my foot. I flop back down and the doctor offers me a weak smile. "Take it easy. You'll need crutches to walk and your head would be a bit dizzy for a while because of the medicine."
My dad walks back in and hands me my crutches, wordlessly. I take them and position my arms, used to them after countless times of injuring myself from dance. I thank the doctor and silently follow my dad while Pammy runs forward and catches up to my dad. I knew there'd be hell to pay back home.
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As soon as they get home, her dad slams the front door shut, rounding up on Pamela, her dad pointed an accusing finger at her. "I was about to make a big sale and out of all things that could have happened, you cut your fut and get sent to the hospital. How did that even happen? Worst of all, no one was there to watch your sister perform. By the time I got there, she was all panicked, how could you be so irresponsible?"
"Dad, I-" My dad breathed deeply, shook his head and stromed off. Clendching my fists, I breathed in and out, willing the tears not to fall. I wasn't crying because she was upset. I was going to cry because she was bloody angry. My dad had no right, no right to get mad at her for missing her sister's performance, not after his missed almost all of them. I scoop my sister up in my arms, and use my limp up to her room. Tucking her in, I finally get the peace I so badly crave. Changing into pajamas, I grab my phone from bag and check my messages.
Ten messages each from both Kate and Abby. It went from asking about Ella's performance, to asking how I was and to tell them what the frick happened (I still have no clue how these two found out so quickly), to telling me to be okay and to finally asking me to call them when I get discharged and get home. I smile, yet leave their messages unanswered. I was too exhausted to explain and frankly, too exahsuted to hear their disappointment when I finally tell them what happened. What caught my eye was a message from an unknown number. There was no hello, or anything like that.
'Hope you're doing okay. You gave me quite a scare.' Confused, I quickly compose a reply, asking the stranger who he/she was. I doubt it would be a stalker. I don't give my number to anyone and most of my friends know that I hate it when they give out my number without permission so they usually ask me first.
'Forgotten about me already? Ouch, you wound me Anderson.'
Nathan.
I had deleted his number. I would like to say it was after halloween, but I finally deleted his number after the incident in biology. I would not stand that kind of humiliation from anyone, especially him. Deleting the message, I settle down on my bed and try to get a good night's sleep.
