And here is another one of our stories because, let's be honest, there can never be enough Paddison out there! ;)
A twenty-three year old Addison Montgomery sat on a hospital bed in a cubicle in the ER as she waited for a doctor to see to her sprained wrist. Every movement her hand made hurt and she hoped someone would take a look at her soon. She winced again just as the curtain opened and a young male doctor walked in.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Wilder, I'm sorry you had to wait," he apologised politely as he looked down at the chart in his hand.
"Can you sort my wrist out? It's really painful and I need to get back." She looked up at him and tried her hardest not to move her hand.
The doctor lifted his head to look at her before he gave a small nod. "Sure..."
Addison gave a sigh and leaned her head back as she watched him. He was cute. He had big, blue eyes and wore a concentrated look on his face as he carefully touched her wrist.
"Ouch." She winced and tried to pull her hand back.
"You have to stay still." He looked up at her face.
"Sorry, it just really hurts."
"What did you do with your arm?"
"My dance partner was supposed to catch me but he let go and I put my hand out to stop me," she mumbled still angry he'd dropped her.
"Your dance partner?" He looked at her before back at her wrist. "Well, that wasn't very smart of him."
"I know," she grumbled. "He's so incompetent. I have no idea how the hell we got into the school. He can't dance and they partnered him up with me."
"Maybe he just had a bad day," he tried to distract her as he took hold of her arm again.
"He has a bad day every day." Addison looked at the doctor. "He's got two left feet."
"Can't you get a new partner?"
"No. I've already tried that and I was told that I'm the best person for him to be with because how to dance should rub off on him. Well, it's not."
The doctor chuckled softly. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's so frustrating. He gets the simplest steps wrong. Ouch!" She winced as he moved her wrist.
"Sorry," he mumbled as he looked at her arm. "I think you're going to need an x-ray on that wrist."
"How long is this going to take?"
"Are you planning on going back to practice today?" He looked at her. "Because I doubt that is going to happen with his arm."
"I don't have a choice."
"You're hurt. If you fall on your arm again you're just going to make things worse."
"I'm going to demand a new partner. I'm not dancing with that idiot again."
"That poor guy." He smiled softly.
"If you met him you'd understand." Addison looked at the doctor again.
"I'm sure he's a better dancer than I am." He looked at her arm again and felt her wrist carefully.
"I highly doubt that," she scoffed.
"Oh you would if you saw me dance."
"Anyone could be a better dancer than him."
"You clearly never danced with me." He smiled before he made a few notes in the chart.
"You've never seen this guy dance."
"No I haven't. But I guess you should get a new partner." He closed the chart before he looked at her and smiled. "I'll have a nurse to get you an x-ray."
Addison sighed. "Is that really necessary?"
"I'm afraid so. It's probably just sprained but it's starting to swell, so we have to check if it's broken."
"I'm going to hurt him when I get back, I swear."
Pete smiled at her amused and got up from his chair. "I'll get the nurse for you." Addison nodded and looked down at her swollen wrist.
Just over an hour later Dr. Wilder was walking along the hallway in the hospital when an attending called his name before he pushed a chart into his hands. He smiled slightly as he saw the name and made his way into the right cubicle.
"You again." He smiled as he looked at the patient. "I thought you'd be out of here by now."
"So did I." She sighed. "Can you help me out here?"
"I'll do my best." He put the chart down before he took a look at the x-ray.
"Is it broken?" Addison asked.
"Nope." He shook his head. "You were lucky. It's just sprained by the looks of it."
"Thank god for that." She sighed in relief and gave a small smile. "How long will it be before it's healed?"
"I'd say, take it easy for at least a week okay?" He looked at her.
"I need to dance."
"You can dance, just take it easy. If you fall on that arm again it's going to hurt like hell."
"Yeah, well, Simon won't be catching me again, that's for sure."
"No one's going to catch you for the next week, at least . Take it easy remember?" He looked at her. "I'll bandage your arm and prescribe you painkillers then you should be good to go."
Addison sighed and leaned her head back against the pillow. He sat down on a stool next to her before he carefully took hold of her arm and began to bandage it.
"Ouch!" She winced again. "How long is it going to hurt like this for?"
"It should be better once the bandage stabilises it. A couple of days tops."
"Okay." Addison nodded and watched as he bandaged her wrist. "You're a bit young to be a doctor, aren't you?" she asked.
"I'm an intern." He gave a nod as he looked at her wrist. "I'm in my first year."
"Oh right." She nodded.
"I finished med school last year." He glanced up at her and gave a smile. "But don't worry I know what I'm doing."
"You best do otherwise you'll have my school on your back," she warned.
"Sounds like they're pretty strict there." He turned his attention back to her wrist.
"Very." She nodded. "And they don't want anything to happen to once of their best dancers either."
"You must be pretty good at what you do then."
"I should hope so considering I've been dancing since I was two." Addison looked at the doctor.
"Impressive." He smiled. "What kind of dance is it that you do?"
"A bit of everything. The school offers every type of dance and they want me to do a bit of all."
"So you're a professional dancer?"
"Yep." Addison nodded.
"Interesting." He nodded as he fixed the bandage around her thumb.
"Don't you think it's a profession?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"No, I do." He smiled. "I just haven't met a professional dancer before. And I find you interesting."
"Good." Addison smiled. "It's harder than you think to be a dancer."
"It sounds it. I mean, someone dropped you today."
"Some idiot dropped me," she corrected. "I'm sure he got a bollocking for that." She grinned.
"You must be really precious to that school of yours."
"I am." Addison nodded "They've trained me since I was young."
"So it's always been your dream to become a professional?"
"No." She shook her head. "It's never been my dream."
He frowned. "Then why did you do it?"
Addison shrugged and studied her wrist. "Something I had to do."
Dr. Wilder looked at her before he got his prescription pad out of his coat and wrote something on it. "If the pain gets too bad." He handed a prescription to her.
"Thank you." She nodded and took the prescription. "Am I free to go now?"
"You are." He nodded and got up from the stool.
"Good." Addison slid off the bed and stood up.
"Take it easy though, okay?" He watched her.
"No one will be catching me, I promise."
"Good." He gave a smile and watched her. He wanted to say something else but he knew he couldn't
"I don't want to be back in this place."
"Most people don't."
"I don't blame them."
"Neither do I, but with me as their doctor it's only half as bad."
"I bet all the women swoon over you." She smiled.
"Sometimes," he smiled back, smugly. Addison rolled her eyes and picked up her handbag from the chair. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow at the coffee shop at eleven?" Pete watched her.
Her lips curved into a smile and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Maybe you will." Pete smiled at her and picked up her chart before he pulled the curtain aside to walk to his next patient.
Naomi was sat on her couch in the living room that night, reading a book for school, when she heard Addison's key turn in the lock and the front door swing open.
"Hey." Addison smiled at her friend as she walked into the living room. "You look engrossed in that book."
"Hey." Naomi glanced up at her and smiled. "I am."
"What's it about?" Addison sat down in a chair and slid her shoes off her feet.
"It's a science book." She put it down and looked at her friend. "What happened to your arm?"
"Simon dropped me. I fell on my wrist and sprained it."
"Ouch." Naomi pulled a face. "You had someone take a look at it, right?"
"I went to the ER."
"Good." She nodded.
"I'm not allowed to do any lifts for a week."
"You shouldn't let this Simon guy lift you anymore anyway, he's way too clumsy."
"I know. I didn't get a choice about it, though, did I?"
"Maybe they'll let you have another partner now that he's actually hurt you."
"I hope they do." Addison looked at her friend. "I hope they kick him out."
"Maybe he just needs to practice."
"Have you ever seen him dance? He can't dance!"
"No one is good enough for you." Naomi smiled playfully.
"Yes they are, but he really can't dance."
"Alright then, maybe they'll kick him out."
"Hopefully." Addison nodded.
"Does it hurt?" Naomi motioned to the bandaged wrist.
"Not as much as it did."
"That's good then."
Addison nodded and leaned back in the chair. "The doctor asked me for coffee."
Naomi raised her eyebrows at her friend. "Did he?"
"Well, he said maybe he'd see me in the coffee shop tomorrow."
"Will he?" Her lips turned into an amused smile.
"Yeah, I think so." Addison nodded.
"Is he cute?"
"Yes. Quite cute."
"Is he not too old for you if he's already a doctor though?"
"He's a first year intern. He looks young."
Naomi looked at her friend and her smile turned into a grin.
"Don't." Addison threw a cushion at Naomi.
Naomi grinned even wider and caught the cushion. "Is it possible that Addison Montgomery is starting to have a life outside of her dance hall?"
"Shut up," Addison grumbled.
"Aww, come on."
"Some of us are in a career which requires more of our time." Addison shrugged and stood up. "I'm going to make dinner now."
Naomi rolled her eyes at her friend and turned back to her book. "Okay then."