Hemmings 1996

~she's got me going crazy~

Luke's POV

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I sat down in the waiting room for hours. Weren't they just removing a metal screw? Why did it take hours?

I didn't fall asleep, I had too many questions. 

About 2 hours later, i spotted the same doctor that informed me of Heather's condition. 

"Doctor." I said in a stern voice. I stood up to take his hand in a firm shake. 

"Mr.Hemmings, I just need to let you know that the surgery for Mrs.Matterson was going well. We got the screw out but we found something else. I just need to ask you a question or two so we can make sure of the situation." He looked worried and nervous. They did something to her.

"What did you do to my girlfriend?" I asked not answering his question.

"We need to discuss something with you first." He said. I saw a sweat start to break on his forehead. 

I relaxed my shoulders knowing that even though I was going to win this battle, that he wouldn't be easy about it.He motioned for me to follow him into a conference room.

Once he had taken a seat, I followed. 

"Mr.Hemmings,"

"Luke." I interrupted. 

"Luke," he corrected himself,"Heather had an infection in her ankle for many years, not enough for an amputation but just enough to cause a much bigger operation. Did she ever complain about severe pain?" 

I looked at him, stunned,"Uhm, Yes." I answered with only half the truth. Heather had never told me directly that she was in severe pain. I had seen her curled up and massaging her ankle with her face scrunched in pain. 

"OK," He wrote some words on his tablet,"Had she ever needed to visit the ER or any medical facility for pain in her leg?"

"Yes, she told me that the surgery had damaged a few nerves in her leg and a few things would set it off into unbearable pain." I knew Heather never wanted to admit to pain. I knew she needed it fixed. "One time, she couldn't even talk it hurt so bad. She said the pain was like a tingle but it was sharp." I needed to give this Doctor as much information as possible.

"OK, that's all we need from you, Luke." The doctor stood up and shook my hand. I was led back out to the waiting room. 

About half an hour later I was informed that Heather was out of the anesthesia. I walked back and spotted her right away. She looked high. I couldn't suppress a giggle.

I walked up beside her and put my hand to her soft, blonde, hair. She looked up at me and sent a weak smile my way. 

"Hi there." I smiled back.

"He-ey." She stuttered. I laughed at her struggle. She reached up and slapped me hard on the shoulder.

"Now what was that for babe?" I asked with a pout.

"For laughing at me." I looked down at her leg which was bandaged up and laid up on a few pillows. Her arms were now limp beside her. Her left wrist was all taped up with needles. She had an IV and that whole ordeal. 

"How are you feeling?" I didn't know what else to say.

"I feel like I wanna cry. I don't have a reason to cry." She sounded confused. 

Before any other conversation could spark, a nurse walked in. She carried a Popsicle. Heather's eyes light up at the sight. She reached out for it but I took it first.

"Be patient baby." I scolded in a joking matter. I handed the Popsicle into her shaky hands and watched her watch it inter her mouth. See that was a problem. She was only just out of the anesthesia so she missed. I stopped my laugh as she pulled the Popsicle from her cheek where she had just hit herself.

Her eyes showed confusion and sadness. I reached over and guided her hand to her mouth.

She finished up her Popsicle and I called up Julie to pick us up. Neither of us were aloud to drive.

"You ready?" I asked as I held her shoulder to keep her up in the wheel chair. She nodded with exaggeration. 

I chuckled,"Ok, Heather. Let's get you home." I looked down at the top of her head and wondered what was going on in her amazing mind.

God, I'm crazy.