First time writing a story! Sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, English is not my native language.
Casey was sitting on the couch, watching a sappy love story on TV. The house was unusually quiet: Nora and George were away for the weekend, Marti was spending the weekend with her mom, Lizzy went to a sleepover, Edwin was staying with a friend and Derek was at a hockey game. Finally, she had some me-time, something she didn't get too often in this house. 'Aaaah' she sighed, as she focused her attention back on the TV. Just a few moments later, she heard Dereks car pull op. 'Great, so much for the peace and quiet…' Before she could finish her thought, Derek stormed in and slammed the door shut behind him. Casey knew that this wasn't a good sign. Something must have pissed him off. And since she was the only one home…
"How was the game?", she quickly asked. "Greaaaaat", he responded, "until some jerk decided to shove me against the boards. He massaged his right shoulder with a painful grimace, threw his hockey bag onto the ground and hopped into his chair, all while grabbing the remote from Casey. "Hey", she shouted, "I was watching that!" "Well you're not anymore!" he said. Casey started to fight him, and pulled his right arm. She stopped immediately when she heard Derek cry out in pain. "You okay?" she asked, with a concerned look on her face. He said he was fine, but tears started to fill his eyes. "Let me see." She commanded. She started too tug on his shirt. "Au au au AU!" he cried out. "Sorry" she whispered. She now carefully tried to pull his t-shirt over his head and stared at his shoulder. It was all swollen and blue. "Oooh Derek, that looks bad! I'll go get you an icepack." Derek sighed. He knew he was supposed to be thankful for her help, but why did she always have to be so … dramatic about everything.
Casey watched Derek wince as she put some ice on his shoulder. She had to admit: Derek looked hot without his shirt on. A single butterfly fluttered in her stomach. 'Focus Casey!' she thought by herself. "Are you sure you're all right?' She started studying his shoulder again. "Yes Casey, I'm fine! Stop worrying!" She carefully touched his shoulder and saw Derek biting his tongue not to scream out in pain. "Okay that's it", she said sternly, "I'm taking you to the hospital."
After some bickering, she finally got him into the car and drove to the hospital. After hours of waiting, Derek came out laughing, with his arm in a sling. The doctor apologized to Casey: "He dislocated his shoulder, so we gave him some laughing gas to sedate him while putting his shoulder back in its place. But it seems that we gave him a bit too much. Don't worry, he will be back to normal in a couple of hours." After thanking the doctor, Casey dragged a giggling Derek along with her.
Once she arrived home, she tried putting him to bed. Derek was refusing like a little kid. She started undressing him, stripping him down to his boxers, very carefully, so she wouldn't hurt him. After half an hour of bickering and whining, Derek finally got into his bed. "Call me if you need anything." She said, while turning of the lights. "Thanks Case," a sleepy Derek answered, "I love you…"
TO BE CONTINUED