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Chapter 8:
"We are here, we need to get you into the emergency room," one of the people said. They took me out of the ambulance on a stretcher and walked inside.
Dana's POV:
Logan held my hand as I was being pushed into the emergency room. Sure, I was in pain, but I wasn't dying or anything! I don't even know what is wrong; it's only my wrist, legs, face… Alright, so everything hurts, and I am in a great amount of pain. It's not like I was going to admit it! "I feel fine!" Logan looked at me with concern in his eyes, and I was giving him one of my, 'I'm-fine-just-go-away' looks. But, my face softened and I laid my head back down. I was hopeless.
"This is Dana Cruz," The nurse said, and looked at Logan for approval. Logan nodded and she continued, "And, she had a skiing accident, maybe this young man can describe it to you, I don't think Dana wants to." Logan looked at me and I nodded. Sure, he can tell it, because I don't feel like talking right now. Won't they shut up, giveme some medicine or something, and STOP THE PAIN!
"Well, uh, we were skiing, and I was ahead of her, so I didn't see the first part, but she hit a couple bumps. And her skis popped off, and she flipped forward a couple times. Her face is all bloody from the icy snow, which scraped it. She was in pain, I could tell… But I think her wrist hurts the worst, because she was complaining mainlyabout that," Logan said. Not the whole story, but close to it, the main point. I shook my head up-and-down to let Logan know that he was right. He glanced at me, and turned back to the doctor.
"Well, Lets get her into an x-ray, then after that we should get her cleaned up and bandaged up. After awhile of cleaning my face up, and all my cuts and bruises, I finally got x-rayed, and was waiting with Logan. (A/N: Ok, sorry no detail. I really don't have any experience with x-rays, etc. Yes, this happened to me, but not the wrist part!)
"Logan, I think it's broken. It hurts like hell!" I complained looking down at my swollen, bruise covered wrist.
"It's alright, everything will be fine. I promise," Logan replied giving me a small peck on the cheek. Just that tiny peck gave me electrical shocking feelings throughout my body. How does he do this to me? It's like, he stopped all of the pain, for that split-second. My thoughts were interrupted with the flinging of the door from the doctor. He had a clip-board in his hand and was reading it over.
"Well, Dana, it looks like you have broken your wrist," the doctor announced. He was an elder man, perhaps in his early sixties. He had grey hair that was starting to bald and he hadold, wrinkled hands. I gasped. I have never had a broken bone before.
"We will put a cast on it, and you will be set to go." The doctor said while leading me to get my cast fit. Before I got my cast put on, I had to choose a color. Of course, I choose red. People can sign it with a black marker, and it will be a red and black cast. My favorite colors.
"I say that I should be the first to sign it!" Logan chimed asking around for a black marker. I laughed at him, and found one. I handed it to him, and he carefully took my broken wrist, and looked at where he wanted to sign his name… picking his territory.
Logan Reese
XXX
I looked at where he had signed. He signed right on the arm part, across the whole cast, very bold and big. I smiled, typical Logan. XXX, for kisses, I laughed. "Thanks," I mumbled.
"No problem, see now that is the most important signature!" Logan smiled and put the cap back on the marker.
"Uh-huh," I looked at my broken wrist. "I won't be able to go skiing tomorrow! What will I do, while everybody is out having fun?" I whined. I will be completely bored!
"I will be with you," Logan said… Wait, What?
"Oh, uh…" I managed to spit out. I didn't know what to say. It was sweet in a way, but nerve-racking on the flip-side.
"Can I ask you a question?" Logan asked me.
"Shoot."
"Why did you do that slope when you knew you couldn't handle it? I mean, it was obvious, so why did you risk your life?" He asked me crossing his arms. Oh crap, he caught me off guard and I didn't know what to say.
"I could have handled it, if it wasn't for that line of people who fell!" I screamed, knowing how stupid that answer was. It was very obvious that I couldn't do it.
"Right," Logan nodded. I rolled my eyes.
When we finally arrived back at the hotel, it was already 7:30 PM. The second I got in, I took off all of my ski clothes, and changed into pajama bottoms, and a tank top. Logan changed back into his regular clothes. Muscle shirt and baggy jeans. Not too baggy, like a Goth style, but just right. Today has been a pretty bad day. Logan started a fire, and went into the kitchen area. I sat down next to the fire.
"Hey, is your wrist feeling better?" Logan asked bringing me a cup of hot chocolate and sitting down next to me.
"I guess," I answered taking the cup from him, and sipping it. He had one of his own also.
"Well, good, I'm glad." There was a long period of silence. "So, what do you want to do tomorrow, since you really can't ski with your wrist like that?" He asked.
"I really don't know, what is there to do?" I asked. I didn't know of really anything I could do here in Denver.
"Um, I don't know, we can figure it out later though," Logan said looking at me. I turned to face him, but I couldn't read him. He had a, soft look in his eyes. My eyebrow wrinkled, I had no idea what to do. He was just staring at me.
"Uh, what are you doing?" I asked, not in my usual mean-tone but, a flat out question.
"Looking at you," He answered. Ok, why?
"Why?" I asked, he seemed so distant, yet he was right here, one foot away from me.
"Because you are… beautiful," He answered. Oh my god, someone pinch me, I must be dreaming! Logan, DID NOT use the word 'hot' or 'sexy.' He used 'beautiful.' I don't think I have ever heard him say anything like that before. He picked up my broken wrist andheld it.What the heck was he doing? And why was I letting him? He is still looking in my eyes, STILL! When he wants something, he has this way of getting it. But I don't know what he wants…
Hmm, a cliffy I guess you could say? Well, I hope you liked chapter 8. I probably have a couple more chapters to do, then I will be finished. Eh, I dont know. Tell me what YOU think, by reviewing!
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