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Chapter 23. Back to the hospital

Alexander's p.o.v.
When I get to the car I let it all out! Everything that I was holding in, not only tonight, but for a very long time now. I open the door and I punch the edge of my car's roof , in an attempt to take out some of that built-up anger I had burning in me, but I ended up hurting my right hand instead.
"Fuck! I think I broke it." Of course you did you stupid idiot! Your car is not your gyms punching bag.
I try to start the car to drive myself to the hospital, but I can't. The pain is unbearable and it feels like a hundred knives are simultaneously stabbing me, whenever I move it.
I yell out a scream to match my despair and I call Claire. I don't want to call that weasel I had for a driver and Ronan was half an hour drive away from here.
"Claire?"
"Yes?"
"Have you decided about you working for me yet?" I groan
"Are you ok? Why are you in pain? What happened?"
"I think I broke my wrist and I find it quite difficult to drive, could you..." and I am left with that phone annoying rhythmical sound, that means the other person has ended the call.
Only a minute later Claire opens the door and helps me move out of the driver's seat, after she wraps my hand using the hotel's first aid box, to keep it from moving. She puts my seatbelt on and fuck me, instead of focusing on my extremely painful situation, I now get an ongoing erection, because I looked all the way down to her breasts, when she leaned over me to get the seatbelt, as her loose t-shirt gave me full access. How can this even be physically possible? Shouldn't pain prevent this from happening?
I am praying she doesn't notice and thankfully the pain is overpowering it and seconds away I am off the hook. Had she noticed, she would have left me there and told me to drive myself to the hospital.
I give her the directions to the nearest one, asking her not to waste any time with the navigation map and she drives me there in no time. I didn't even realize how much she was speeding until now. Damn, she is indeed very skillful behind the wheel!
She calls for a nurse to get me a wheel chair but I strongly object and walk myself upstairs to a room. The doctor comes after a couple of minutes and of course...what else could go wrong tonight? Dr. Elisa!
"You've got to be kidding me! What will the story be this time? That you fell down the stairs?"
"No, I broke my own arm, from punching my car's rooftop."
"And that sounds so normal!" Dr. Elisa says and she is officially beginning to get on my nerves. Why won't she attend to my hand first and then question me about how, why and when. Was it even her business to do so?
"I don't care how it sounds to you really. I am here for you to treat my hand, not to decide whether I am worthy of it."
"Well, I am only following the protocol Mr. Anderson. There was a reason why I called the police to question you last time, so don't play smart with me. I have every right to refuse to treat you and I don't even have to explain why to anyone, as I am head of this department. If you don't corporate with me, you will have to wait for my colleague to come, while I am calling the police."
"Doctor, please do attend to him, as he is telling you the truth. I confirm it." Claire defends me.
"As you confirmed that you didn't know him last time, yet again here you both are in the middle of the night, so obviously this was not the case? Miss Fay speak to me and I promise to protect you. If you were injured from him being abusive and violent towards you, tell me now. I will attend to his hand, but this circle has to stop!"
"Oh my God, as I already told you, I didn't know him back then. We got to know each other later on, when we accidentally met again. He is not abusive or any other of the negative adjectives you think describes him and I am kindly requesting that you treat him as a patient that has a broken hand immediately, as I also think you are interfering in our personal life and you don't have the right to."
I smile hearing her defending me like that.
"I am not delaying the medical evaluation, don't worry. I have already asked for an X-ray and that's exactly what we are waiting for, but if you need anything just come to me! I don't believe him for a minute. Maybe if you knew for what he was mostly worried about instead of your health, you would find the strength to speak to me.
Mr. Anderson, I am glad you broke your wrist, instead of Miss Fay's head this time." I will come back after I have the X-ray's results in my hands."
"Is she for real?" Claire asks.
"Well, I might have triggered this suspicion of hers."
"What? How?"
"I asked her if you were ok, but she wouldn't tell me so I followed her back to her office. She got really pissed at me for that, as she thought I was too insensitive to have done this for a stranger. Obviously she made the conclusion that I was your abusive boyfriend, who only cared for not taking the blame. She thought she could be your way out of the situation so she called the cops on me."
"Why didn't you ever tell me about this?"
I am so thankful I don't need to answer Claire's question as two male nurses come to my rescue. I tell her she can now go home but deep down I wanted her to stay. Although within only two weeks we had both been in this hospital and the time we had spent together wasn't nothing close to a happy carefree experience, I somehow knew she was good for me.
I was already behaving better than expected in front of this annoying doctor, where I would be probably threatening and cursing at her instead, making sure she'd lost her job by the end of the day, but right now, I didn't feel like it. I was even happy to have Claire by my side being all supportive.
By the time I returned to the room, she had fallen asleep on the chair. I ask the nurses to bring another bed to this room and carefully place her there, but they refused me. That stupid doctor must have gotten to them. I tell them, to at least give her a pillow and a blanket, but surprisingly one of the two pulls a lever from that chair she was sleeping on and he slowly lays her back. He returns a couple of minutes later holding a blanket and a pillow that he carefully placed under her head. He managed not to wake her up being extremely smooth and cautious, as he was obviously doing this several times in a day.
I couldn't possibly sleep from the pain and the doctor finally arrives, holding my X-rays on her hands.
"It's a wrist fracture. You broke it." She says emotionlessly.
"Yes, I already said that, didn't I?"
She ignores my comment and she continues, as if I never even spoke.
"You are lucky you don't need surgery. Whoever immobilized your hand spared you from it, as no further damage was done during your transportation here. You only need a cast and I will prescribe some strong painkillers to help you get through the first week. After that you won't be feeling pain anymore, but the itchiness, I have to warn you, will be rather annoying. You can be dismissed after you have your cast on. You have already filled your insurance information, so there is nothing left pending."
She walks out of the room and I am being handed over to an orthopedist, who places half of my arm in a cast. I object, as I didn't see the point of having a cast covering my arm up to my elbow, when I only had a broken wrist.
I return to the room walking on my own and I approach Claire who is still sleeping. I take my time before waking her up, as I wanted to admire her beauty without her knowing. She looked so peaceful and fragile, that all I wanted to do was to pick her up in my arms and lay down on the bed with her till morning.
"Hey, sleeping beauty, have you had enough sleep so we could finally go?" I whisper to her, while pushing away a strand of hair, that was covering her beautiful face.
"Hm?" She woke up in confusion.
"Don't tell me all this wasn't only a dream!"
I smile at her and I show her my cast.
"Oh my! What did the doctor say? You didn't have surgery while I was sleeping now, did you?"
"No, I didn't, thanks to you." And I give her my biggest and warmest smile.
"Now, we are not even. Now I owe you." I sincerely confess, but she only giggles, thinking I am joking.
"Let's get you home." The relief that comes to me from these simple words, is too much. That's all I wanted to do, to go home...With her.