Biology||Josh Richards

4.6

Holy sheet- 58k READS?!

After a long waited few minutes, the nurse comes in through the large door in the front of the room. She takes a seat in the small rolling chair underneath the desk.

She looked around forty years old, she had a stethoscope wrapped around her neck with light blue scrubs on. Her hair was in a tight ponytail and she had a wooden clipboard clamped in her hands.

"So," she starts, "let's check this out..."

The rolling of her chair interrupted the silence as she comes closer and closer to me, she takes my wounded leg and holds it in her lap.

She makes a concerned face and dampens a fresh paper towel.

She presses it against the cut, it hardly hurt. Although, the wet towel doesn't get the dried blood off. She stands up abruptly, reaching onto her desk and taking hold of a bottle of what seems to be some sort of liquid.

She pokes it onto the same, soaked paper towel and comes closer. "This will sting a bit."

I nod, bracing myself for a sting and when she starts nagging the towel into the cuts, it doesn't just sting. It hurts like hell.

She can tell my pain by my gripping onto the leather of the cushion.

"Sorry, I'm just trying to clean it so we can get a better view of it."

She removes it right after her semi-helpful sentence and throws away the towel.

"Well, the cuts pretty deep, a good three or four inches long, maybe twelve to seventeen stitches?" The nurse says in what sounds like almost a cheery tone.

My mouth slightly opens. "How much will this cost exactly?"

"I'm sure your insurance will cover it, most do maybe a $30 after it? Is that okay?"

"Perfect," I say sarcastically, the nurse walks out of the room which gives me the options to look at Josh or continue to stare at the computer screen on the desk.

"Sav," Josh says nonchalantly. My debate ends when I decide to look at him, sitting in the cyan-colored plastic chair.

"Yeah?" I continue to stare at him as he stands up from his seat and slowly, seductively I'd say, walks over to me.

"Do you want me to hold your hand?" He asks with his forehead pressed against mine.

"No shit," I say as if he was oblivious to the obviousness of the situation.

We get interrupted by a knock on the door, he moves to my side, my hand in his. A male doctor walks in with a small tray in his hand.

"Hello Savannah, I'm Dr. Andrews, this won't hurt a bit by the way." He introduces. I nod my head in agreement.

A few minutes later, I lift my leg for him as he starts the process. All I could feel was sharpness being shot throughout my leg as he brings the needle through and out of my shin.

I grip into his large hands as if my life depended on it. All he does is sit there and watch my facial expressions intently.

As the doc- Dr. Andrews ties the end of the stitch and takes a white wrap bandage and starts moving his arms around my legs, grabbing the roll with his opposite hand every time he went under or over my shin.

"That should cover it, make sure to ice it for 30 minutes twice a day. I'll meet you at the front of the hospital." He states.

Josh helps me off the table as we walk together to the front. Surprising, my walking was still fine, a bit sore but I guess that's expected.

We pay for the visit and the stitches, we ended up paying nearly $20 extra dollars due to no full coverage from our insurance company.

When we get back to the car, I begin to practically beg Josh to stay until night time and watch Hannah Montana with me for the main purpose of making jokes out of it.

After about twenty minutes of continuous begging, he gives in but only because "I hurt myself" and that he can't stay any later than midnight.

Getting back at the house, we head straight for my room, not even acknowledging that my mother wasn't home yet. 

I grab my oversized laptop and throw it in the middle of the bed and then walking to my dresser and pulling out undergarments along with black running shorts and a black sweatshirt.

I walk into my bathroom and quickly change while trying not to be too rough with myself.

When I walk out, Josh is already comfy in my bed, under the duvet, even getting the movie on.

I join him in my warming bed and lean into his inner shoulder with his arm wrapped around my shoulders, clicking play on the movie.

Josh's POV

The feeling of Savannah's head on my chest just gave me the most relaxing feeling inside of me.

Her hair the smell of strawberries and her breathing so quiet you'd think she wasn't even alive. She lays on me, totally passed out.

We- well I- was only about halfway through the movie when I hear the sound of the garage door opening along with the faint rumbles of a car engine rolling in.

"Savannah, I'm home!" The sound of a feminine voice calls out through the house.

I hear groaning from underneath my chin along with slight, subtle movements as she wakes up.

Savannah's POV

I groan as I hear muffled voices and footsteps coming from near me.

I hear a knocking on the door and I sit up a bit from Josh's chest. "Yes?"