SunshineGirlx3:
isanderith: I KNOW! I'm still debating weather or not to pair claire with Doctor of Gray. I'm glad you liked it though!
Disclamer: i do not on harvest moon. i'm just an obsessive fan.
Cliff's POV
I saw Doctor's uneasy face staring out the window. He suddenly turned to Ann. "Do you have a first aid kit?" he asked in a surprisingly calm voice.
"N-Not really. I'm sorry. Just some finger band-aids, antacid, and pain killers," she stuttered as doctor swore.
"We need to take worst case scenario precautions. Gray-" Doctor sneered the name, "-might have broken his arm, and by the sound of it, broke his back." The jet haired man glared at Gray on the floor with daggers in his eyes. "And Claire might've broken her leg…" He said, his expression lightening as he turned to the blond that was crying in a corner.
"Um, I have some bandages," I piped up, kneeling down and unwrapping the bandages I wear around my ankles.
"Great, do you have any more?" Doctor asked walking over to the stairs, leading the group of guys and dragging my roommate up the stairs to the beds.
"Uh, yeah, in my room." I said, standing up, bandages in hand as I walked up to help the others with Gray as Ann helped Claire up with her bad foot.
Claire's POV
From the point that I told Doctor what happened every thing was a blur. I distinctly remember Doctor looking at me while he was talking to Cliff. Next thing I know, Ann's helping me up the stairs. She led me silently into the guy's room along with Gray, lying unconscious on his bed next to me.
"Does this hurt?" I flinched as Doctor moved my foot.
"Yeah," I muttered coldly, staring at Gray.
"Okay, stay off that foot," He said sincerely, wrapping my foot tightly with some bandages until I couldn't move it. In all honesty, I was just glad it was only my foot that got broken. If I'd had to show Doctor my back, it would've been a lot more difficult.
"Thanks," I said simply, not moving from the spot on the bed until a soft voice echoed behind me. I turned to see Cliff and Mary standing there.
"Come on," Mary said holding out her hand. "Doctor needs to look over Gray." True pain was in her voice.
"Yeah…" I said quietly, taking her hand and leaning on Cliff's shoulder. I must've looked really pathetic, because the moment I walked into the room, everyone got silent, and was silent until I had Cliff help me over to sit on one of the beds.
"He'll be fine." Cliff said soothingly sitting down next to me. "I'm his roommate, I know he's been in much tougher situations." Just the sound of Cliff's laughing voice seemed to calm me down.
"You have a beautiful voice," Cliff said awkwardly, changing the subject. "What was that song anyway?"
"Saving me. It's by Nickelback," I said simply.
"It had some interesting lyrics… what made you choose it?" He continued asking questions quickly.
"I thought… I thought it would explain what I was talking about earlier a little bit," I mumbled, barely audible before a loud, manly shriek of pain called from the next room. I forget what happened at that moment, but I had a shaking suspicion Cliff tried to stop me from running on my foot, so I think I punched him to make him let go, then dashed to the room next door.
I stopped when I opened the door, seeing Gray lying on the bed with his shirt off and Doctor next to the bed wrapping Gray's arm.
"Claire!" Doctor looked up suddenly. He swiftly stood and picked me up in his arms and smiled beautifully at me. "You shouldn't be on your foot."
I flushed deep crimson as I looked up into Doctor's face.
"O-okay," I stammered quickly looking away "I-is Gray okay?" I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I stared at Gray; I tried not to think about it but couldn't help but gawk at his great abs.
"He's fine," Doctor said coldly, placing me down before walking back to Gray and roughly finishing wrapping his arm.
"I heard him scream," I said suspiciously, glancing from Gray to Doctor out of the corner of my eye.
"His shoulder was dislocated so I had to push it back into place," Doctor explained, bitterly glaring at Gray.
"We should go back," Doctor prompted walking towards the door.
"I think I'll stay here," I looked at Gray, just expecting him to sit up and act like nothing happened.
"I… Okay…" Doctor sounded disappointed actually as he stepped out the door.
I sighed and looked back at Gray. "Don't go…" I muttered as a tear rolled down my cheek. I've done this before…
Flash back.
"Jack, please don't go! Don't go big brother…" A small, blond haired girl, who looked no older than 5 sobbed in a chair next to a sterol white hospital bed.
"I'm so sorry Claire. I don't think I'll be able to keep my promise," A brown haired boy, who looked about 15 said with true pain in his voice.
"Mr. Jack? Visiting hours are over," said a tall black haired nurse.
"Claire, I'm being transferred to a different hospital. I can't keep my promise, but I swear I'll write every day." I nodded sobbing uncontrollably, but surprisingly calmed by my brothers words. "Be good for grandpa!" Jack called as the nurse me out of the room.
"I will…"
End flash back
I snapped back to reality as the man next to me groaned.
"Gray?" I asked, leaning over the blacksmith's face.
"Claire!" Gray gasped as his eyes shot open. He shot up… I didn't move quickly enough. When his face reached mine, I hadn't moved and… lets just say, my lips were there… Then his were too… It was odd kissing Gray. Not bad, but interesting. Realizing what happened I pulled away and ran out the door, stumbling as my bad foot hit ground.
Gray's POV
I was just regaining consciousness when I heard the door close. I thought I was alone at the room at this point. That is, until I heard someone muttering what sounded like a story. I listened to the sad story, still unable to move or talk. When the story ended I felt myself groan.
"Gray?" I heard a soft feminine voice ask. It was then that I realized what happened and shot up. I hit something, or more directly someone. When I realized what was going on in the present, Claire and I were face-to-face, lip-to-lip. Next thing I know Claire stumbled out of the room and Cliff walked in with a black eye.
"Gray? What happened?" Cliff asked suspiciously, looking back towards the door from his bed, next to mine.
I eyed him, annoyed. "None of you're damn business." I growled bitterly "Karen give you a sucker punch?" I glanced at Cliff's black and blue swollen eye, snickering slightly.
"No," Cliff pouted "Claire punched me when she heard you scream." I could barely hear.
"YOU GOT THAT FROM LITTLE CLAIRE?!" I laughed hysterically. "So, any thing interesting happen while I was out?" I was still laughing slightly.
"Not really. I found out the reason Claire sang the song she did." Cliff shrugged. "She said something like, she thought it would explain a bit of what she was talking about earlier."
"Hm… I remember hearing a story while I was out… I think Claire was thinking aloud about something that happened when she was little." I recalled the story to Cliff the way I heard it.
"Wow, first her mom, then her brother…" Cliff mumbled as I finished the story.
"I'm going to go talk to her," I mumbled, standing up. I was still dizzy from the fall. All those stairs took was an arm and a leg.