Doctor, Doctor (A Joult and Joshifer Story)

Chapter 3

*PRESENT*

"When did you become a doctor?" I say coldly. Though it's not very harsh because my voice is horse from all the crying I've done.

"About four years ago," he says walking towards me.

That seems right. That means he got his degree a year after we broke up.

"That's a year after you two broke up," my mom says reading my thoughts.

"Yes,' he says looking at me sadly.

I look down at the floor.

"Anyways," he says shaking off the awarked moment. "What seems to be the problem?" He walks to the edge of the bed and just stands there over me waiting for me to answer.

I don't though. I just sit there, holding my leg tightly, and staring at the floor.

After a few minutes, my mom speaks up, "Her leg has been bothering her the past few days. We were just getting ready for bed and then we heard a scream comming form her room. We went to see what happened and she was laying on her bed clutching her leg and crying."

"You just had to say the crying part," I mumble.

I guess Nick heard me because he stiffs a laugh but then turns serious again. "Jen, is that what happened?"

I nod, still looking at the floor.

"When did your leg first start hurting you?" He asks in a soft tone.

I dont answer.

Nick sighs and turns to my parents. "If you dont mind," he begins. "She might speak if its just us in the room."

My parents hesitate at first but then nod and leave.

"Jen," Nick says pulling up a chair to sit in front of me. "Will you please look at me."

I sigh and look up into his eyes. Those dreamy eyes that once made me fall deeply in love with him. Those same eyes that broke my heart hundreds of times.

"Listen to me Jen, I know your not happy about this. I know you dont want to talk to me. Turst me, you made that very clear. But im a doctor now Jen, your doctor. The only doctor here that would be able to help you. But I can't help you, until you tell me whats wrong." He says in a pleading voice.

I sigh and look away. I don't want to answer him, but he's right. He probably is the only doctor here that can help me. Well, put up with me. I'm very stubborn and when it comes to doctors, I'm not a person you want to be around. Another round of pain shoots through my leg, snapping me back to reality. I bite my lip to try and keep the tears fron escaping my eyes. It doesn't work. A few tear escape my eyes causing Nick to begin pelading again.

"Jen, please answer me. When did it first start hurting?"

"A mounth ago," I mumble.

"Where were you when it started to hurt?"

"At a football game."

"Where you sitting down or standing or what were you doing."

I swallow a lump that formed in my throat. I knew he would ask this question. This is a question I don't want to answer, or give him much detail about. "I was running across a football field," I croak.

A questioning look appears on his face, but quickly vanishes. "What did it feel like?"

"Like a thousand sowards stadding me in the exact same spot over and over again," I cry. a few more tears escape my eye.

Nick hesitates for a moment and then prys one of my hands off my leg and takes it is him. "Just a few more questions. Okay?"

I nod.

"When you first felt that pain, Did you fall to the ground? Could you feel your leg? Were you able to walk?"

All these questions overwhelm me but I manage to answer them. "Yes I feel to the ground." A tear falls my cheak. Nick squeezes my hand. "No I couldnt feel my leg." Another tear. Another squeeze. "No I was not able to walk, someone carried me off the field." A round of tears. A extreamly hurtful squeeze.

I can see the pain I feel reflected in Nick's eyes.

"How many times a week do you feel the pain?"

"I dont know... Three maybe," I mumble.

"Did you tell anyone at the time?"

Yes. I did tell someone. I told someone who ment the world to me at the time. Someone I trusted. Someone who won't be named in front of you. "No," I say weakly.

He nods then stands and lets go of my hand.

A sudden chill goes through my body when he lets go. His touch felt so alien at first, but when he let go, I longed for more.

"Lay down with your hands at your sides," he insturcts.

I do as he says. He does a full check up on me. It was a little unfomfortable. Having Nick run his hands all over my body again was something I always wanted to happen, but not like this. His hand moves to my leg and he begins to push down hard. I scream out in agony. He sighs and does the same to my other leg. That doesnt hurt at all. He checks my tempature and my ears again, then walks out of the room, leaving me alnoe, laying on a hospital bed, in excruciating pain.