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Clarabell

"Kendall," I giggled, "Maybe the doctor doped me up too much." I laughed. I couldn't feel the pain in my foot. Good, I don't care much for pain. I could see Kendall biting his nails. It was adorable, his worried expression, his nervous habits. It makes my heart ache knowing that he doesn't view me in the same way as I do him. I looked away, not letting him see the despair in my eyes. I knew a song would soon be playing in my head. Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran. When I was younger I went to my Uncle Garrison's wedding, that was the song they danced to for their first dance. Ever since then I've been in love with the song.

I swayed back and forth to the song playing in my head. I had forgotten the song on my phone and struggled against my propped foot. I huffed in annoyance crossing my arms like a small child. I glanced over once more, then with my strength lunged for the phone. I only had a moment of glory before I had landed on the floor, a milk-curdling scream came from my mouth and my ankle twisted in a way that it shouldn't. I saw Kendall wince just looking at my position, tears briming my eyes, as lied there defeated over my new found immobility.

I heard rushed footsteps coming louder as they became closer to my room. All at once four faces appeared, two of them belonging to my very unhappy, and frankly tired looking, parents. Another one belonging to my brother whose eyes never wavered from giving Kendall a look of pure hatred.The final face belonged to the doctor, a stunningly beautiful doctor, whose dark curly hair I envied.

Within a few minutes, I went from a giggly medince-induced teenager, to being a glum shadow of the girl. All color had drained from my body from the fall. I recieved help getting back in bed from Kendall and James. Which was a bit awkward as I had clumsily slipped from Kendall's grip and landed on my butt. "Nice going, Asshole." I heard being mumbled from James. Kendall refused to make eye contact with James. Kendall always hated when people were mad at him. "James!" I shouted furious at him for being so harsh to Kendall, "he is just trying to help and if you can't except that get out now." I said the harshness in my voice. I don't need a negative attitude around me.

After several minutes of yelping and apologies I finally was back in bed, my parents rushed over. "Clarabell Marie Horan! I am so disappointed in you!" My mother yelled after releasing me from a hug. "How could you be so reckless? Dragging us away from Kat's party!" She spoke anger coursing through each word. "Kat's birthday gift!" Kendall yelled running out of them room. I was left to face my parents alone. "Mum it was an accident, I was walking in the water and a bottle sliced my foot." I said simply. "Hartley, love, it was an accident. We should be upset with Kendall. He should have watched her." my father spoke angrily. "Dad, he was telling me to get out its my fault." I stated trying to save Kendall from my father's wrath.

He huffed with annoyance. "You can come home tomorrow, but you will not leave your room until you are healed." he said a sternness not often used. I nodded and laid back. The morphine was kicking in relaxing my body. A few blinks was all I could muster to do before the sleep toke over.

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