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"What? What do you mean her bones are made of glass? But... but that's impossible!"
"I know it may seem impossible, Ms. Remidan, but I'm afraid it's true. There's no mistake about it."
My mother remained speechless, as did I. Wouldn't you be speechless too, if you found out your bones were made of glass? Yeah, I thought so. Now, before I get any further ahead of myself, maybe I should explain what's been going on...
Okay, well, you see, I never did get back to sleep after the nurse woke me. She told Doctor Louis about my situation... about the pills. The pain killers. How they didn't help, remember? Yeah, so, after he found out, he actually stayed pretty calm... well, calmer than I would have expected, at least. Anyhow, it turned out that I was still going to have that bone marrow examination, or some sort of one. I'm not too sure, since no one would tell me anything. All I know is, that about an hour after my visit from the nurse, she came back to ready me for the testing. Aftering wheeling me into another room several floors away, they stretched me out on a long table. Luckily there was a pillow-type thing for my head, so it wasn't too uncomfortable. Doctor Louis put a mask over my mouth and nose, and had me count backwards from ten. Since the pain killers didn't work, he figured this would. And you know what? He was right, because this last thing I remember was saying, "..six...seven..." before my world went black.
Right now I'm lying in the hospital bed in my old hospital room, number 216, was it? Anyway, I'm not sure how long I was asleep, but I'm just now waking up... and feeling the pain in my leg, of course.
The sound of me groaning softly alerts my mother and the doctor, as they both turn their heads. Seeing that I'm awake, my mother rushes over to the bed, grabbing my hand immediately. "Oh, Mavis, you're awake!" Pausing for a moment, she begins chewing on her bottom lip. I could tell she was nervous, since she always does that when she is. "Mavis, hun, ummm... I'm afraid there's some bad news..."
Sighing softly, I finish before she could break out into histeria or something. "Mom, I know, I heard. My bones are made of glass... I get it, though I don't exactly understand it..."
My mother begins to shake her head slowly, and I swallow hard, wondering what else there could be. "That's not all, Mavis." She pauses again, taking in a slow, deep breath. "You... you have to quit the soccer team."
"What?!" The amplified volume of my voice causes both my mother and the doctor to jump slightly. "No! Mom, I CAN'T quit the soccer team! The State Championships are in just a few weeks! I have to practice! I can't let down my team, they're counting on me!" Why is this happening to me? I'm the best one on the team! Everyone says so! Why now? Why ME?
"Mavis... Mavis, hun, I'm sorry... but that's the only way..." My mother drops down into a chair next to the bed, now chewing on her fingernails, another sign of nervousness.
I frown at her. "Stop calling me that! I hate that name!" True, it is MY name, but still. I don't like it at all, and my mother knows that. My father named me though, before he skipped town. I was hardly a month old when he just up and left. Or so my mother tells me, and of course I believe her. She's had it rough, I know, having to raise me and all... but still. Couldn't she have changed my name, or something?
"Mavis..." The voice of not my mom, but Doctor Louis breaks into my thoughts. I narrow my eyes at him for calling me that, but he doesn't seem to notice. "Soccer isn't the only thing you'll have to give up." His gaze rests upon a clipboard in his hands, and I have a feeling I'm not going to like what's coming. "Your mother tells me you play quite a few sports, is that right? Softball, basketball, and volleyball, along with the soccer?" I grudgingly nod my head. "Well, I'm sorry to say this, but you're going to have to give those up too. No more sports at all, or climbing trees, or roller-blading..."
What? No roller-blading either?! But, Marty promised to take me roller-blading when my leg got better! 'Face it, it's over. Not that you had anything with a guy practically twice your age anyhow...' Frowning at the voice in my head, I shove it aside. "This is so unfair! How come I can't play sports anymore, or roller-blade? It's just a broken leg, for pete's sake! It'll get better!" At the look on the doctor's face, I swallow heavily. "Won't it?"
Sighing heavily, Doctor Louis turns and mumbles something to my mother, which I couldn't hear. After throwing me a sad, pitiful glance, she stands and follows the doctor out of the room. They close the door, drowning out most of the sounds coming from the hospital corridors.
Where did they go? And what is it that they aren't telling me? And when can I get my cast put on so I could go home? A number of questions plagued my mind, as I began to notice the pain again. From my leg, of course. Why, oh why, was this all happening to ME?
A few minutes later, a knock sounded, though I barely heard. Tears were streaming down my face, and I couldn't stop them.
"Mavis?"
Hearing the voice, I looked up, right into Marty's gaze...
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~Marty's POV~
"Mavis?" I called her name again, as I slowly approached the bed. She was crying... again, and I felt myself feeling sorry for her. Walking over, I lowered myself down beside her, using two fingers to gently lift her head when she cast it downwards.
"What's wrong?" My green eyes stared right into her blue ones, and such a brilliant blue they were. She was so cute, with her soft blond hair and slender form. Good thing she's no younger than thirteen, or I might be commiting a crime by wanting to date her...
She sniffed loudly, blinking rapidly, probably trying to fight off the tears. "It's... it's j-just... w-w-well..." She choked, obviously unable to speak at the moment. So I slide closer, as close as possible, and leaned her into me.
"Shhh... It's okay, honey... it's all right. I'm here..." Wrapping my arms around her, I let my hand slowly travel up and down her back. She shivers, so I stop, thinking maybe it was making her uncomfortable. Until she asks me not to, that is. So I begin rubbing her back again, while slowly rocking, hoping to soothe her. I hated seeing her like this, obviously in pain. I wonder if she ever told my dad about the pain killers and how they didn't help... I'm guessing she has by now, though I can't be sure. When I had entered the hospital, I came straight for Mavis' room, wanting to see her again. And I found her like this, seeming lost and vulnerable.
Her strangled gasps and sobs nearly make me cringe with pity. I had to get her to stop, and maybe tell me what was wrong. So I pull away from her slightly, lifting her head, my gaze locking onto hers. "Hey, are you crying because you think I'm a better blader than you are? Cause I assure you, I'm most likely not." I chuckle, hoping to lighten her mood. It doesn't work.
"B-b-blading!" She bursts into a fresh set of tears. Throwing herself against me, her hands rested upon my shoulders, her face buried into my chest. My shirt would be soaked soon, but I didn't really care.
"Mavis? Mavis, honey, what's the matter?!" The feminine shriek sounded from the doorway. Lifting my head, I saw Mavis' mother rushing over to her daughter.
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~Mavis' POV again~
He was too nice, too sweet, too amazing. Here I am, blubbering like a small child yet again and he doesn't even seem to mind. In fact, he even held me! I couldn't believe it... and was unable to speak... to tell him just WHY I was crying. Which was actually considered a good thing by me. I didn't really want to tell him about my not being able to rollerblade anymore, should perchance the doctor have been mistaken. He just HAD to have been. There's not WAY my bones could be made of glass! And even if they were, was does that have to do with me playing sports and rollerblading?
"Mavis? Mavis, honey, what's the matter?!" I was still crying as the sound of my mother's hectic screeching sounded through the room. Slowly I pulled away from Marty, gaze resting upon my mother. She was frowning at Marty, since I was incapable of speaking at the moment.
"You! What have you done to upset my daughter???" Great, the hysteria was definately showing... "Huh? Answer me, young man!" She took a menacing step towards Marty, who lept off the bed, brandishing her fist. "If you EVER hurt my daughter, you won't LIVE to regret it!" Oh boy... Anyone know the phone number to the nearest insane asylum?
Marty's green eyes widened to that of flying saucers, as he glanced from my mother, to me, then back to my mom. "I-I didn't do anything to her, Ms. Remidan, except comfort her! I came into the room and she was already crying. Honest! I would never hurt Mavis!" Despite my deep dislike of that name, when he said it... it didn't seem as horrible.
"I don't believe you! Why ELSE would my daughter be crying?! You're just a good-for-nothing teenage boy who thinks he can behave so cruelly towards my daughter?"
That does it. I had to stop this madness right away, before the nut house really DID come for my mother. Instantly I dried my tears and forced myself to speak. "Mom! He's telling the truth! I was crying before he even came in here. So quit hounding him, okay?"
My mother looked taken slightly a-back with my words, and the tone of my voice. Well, she had been falsely accusing the one I love! I may be only nine, but I'm not a baby, and unlike most girls my age completely, usually acting older. Until today... and last night, when I cried the first time...
"A-are you sure he didn't do anything to you?" Slowly her raised fist was lowering, a forced look of appology given to him. "Sorry.." I could tell she didn't quite mean it, still suspecting. Pulling her gaze from him, she rests it upon me once more. "Then what upset you so much?"
"No, he didn't do anything except comfort me, just like he TOLD YOU." I smiled slightly at Marty, who smiled back a little. My mother's next question caused my head to turn, eyes to rest upon her. "Uhhh, well..." I began to figdet nervously, not really wanting to reveal the reason, and unable to think up a good lie.
"Well? If this teenager over here didn't upset you, who or what did?" She frowned at the word 'teenager' and I cringed. He might realize my true age, or at least that I'm not really a teenager too, if she kept calling him that...
At my reluctant pause, she turned and started in on poor Marty once again. "You DID do something to her, didn't you?! She's just too scared too admit it! Well, I'm not too scared to beat the crap out of you if that's what it takes to get you to confess!"
That did it. No more. I wouldn't stand.. errr, SIT by and just let her talk to my love that way! I had to defend him! "Mom, shutup! HE'S NOT the reason I was crying! YOU are! So leave Marty alone!" Fresh tears began forming, but out of anger, not sadness.
Heads whipping around, both my mother and Marty turned to stare and gape at me. I had never yelled at my mother before until now, and even shocked myself somewhat. She sputtered, a hand over her chest. "M-m-me??? I'M the reason you were crying?"
"Yes! Now just leave me ALONE! I don't want to talk to you anymore." At the widening of her eyes even further, and her hesitation, I frown, my hands balling into tight fists. "Go away!"
Her own blue eyes filling with tears, my mother curtly nodded and quickly exited the room. Marty simply stood there, staring at me as I shook with fury and anger. And confusion, that too. I was furious and angry at my mother for treating the love of my life so cruelly, and confused as to why I would yell at my mother. Then realization dawned upon me. Duh, i'm angry at her, VERY angry, so naturally that would eventually lead to me yelling...
It took me several minutes to realize that Marty was heading towards the door. I stretched my hand out, not wanting him to leave. "Please... don't go..." He turned around, staring at me, confusion mixed with concern filling his emerald gaze.
"Please... stay here..."
And so he did.
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(( There was chappy three! I hope you all liked it ^_^ I'm satisfied with how it turned out, but that's probably cause I wrote it :P lol... If anyone has any questions or is confused about something, feel free to ask when you review. Or you can send me an e-mail, whichever. My email addy ish in my profiley, of course, and I'm too lazy to type it right now :P LoL... Well, that's all for now. Keep checkin' back for more updates! ^_^ ))
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"What? What do you mean her bones are made of glass? But... but that's impossible!"
"I know it may seem impossible, Ms. Remidan, but I'm afraid it's true. There's no mistake about it."
My mother remained speechless, as did I. Wouldn't you be speechless too, if you found out your bones were made of glass? Yeah, I thought so. Now, before I get any further ahead of myself, maybe I should explain what's been going on...
Okay, well, you see, I never did get back to sleep after the nurse woke me. She told Doctor Louis about my situation... about the pills. The pain killers. How they didn't help, remember? Yeah, so, after he found out, he actually stayed pretty calm... well, calmer than I would have expected, at least. Anyhow, it turned out that I was still going to have that bone marrow examination, or some sort of one. I'm not too sure, since no one would tell me anything. All I know is, that about an hour after my visit from the nurse, she came back to ready me for the testing. Aftering wheeling me into another room several floors away, they stretched me out on a long table. Luckily there was a pillow-type thing for my head, so it wasn't too uncomfortable. Doctor Louis put a mask over my mouth and nose, and had me count backwards from ten. Since the pain killers didn't work, he figured this would. And you know what? He was right, because this last thing I remember was saying, "..six...seven..." before my world went black.
Right now I'm lying in the hospital bed in my old hospital room, number 216, was it? Anyway, I'm not sure how long I was asleep, but I'm just now waking up... and feeling the pain in my leg, of course.
The sound of me groaning softly alerts my mother and the doctor, as they both turn their heads. Seeing that I'm awake, my mother rushes over to the bed, grabbing my hand immediately. "Oh, Mavis, you're awake!" Pausing for a moment, she begins chewing on her bottom lip. I could tell she was nervous, since she always does that when she is. "Mavis, hun, ummm... I'm afraid there's some bad news..."
Sighing softly, I finish before she could break out into histeria or something. "Mom, I know, I heard. My bones are made of glass... I get it, though I don't exactly understand it..."
My mother begins to shake her head slowly, and I swallow hard, wondering what else there could be. "That's not all, Mavis." She pauses again, taking in a slow, deep breath. "You... you have to quit the soccer team."
"What?!" The amplified volume of my voice causes both my mother and the doctor to jump slightly. "No! Mom, I CAN'T quit the soccer team! The State Championships are in just a few weeks! I have to practice! I can't let down my team, they're counting on me!" Why is this happening to me? I'm the best one on the team! Everyone says so! Why now? Why ME?
"Mavis... Mavis, hun, I'm sorry... but that's the only way..." My mother drops down into a chair next to the bed, now chewing on her fingernails, another sign of nervousness.
I frown at her. "Stop calling me that! I hate that name!" True, it is MY name, but still. I don't like it at all, and my mother knows that. My father named me though, before he skipped town. I was hardly a month old when he just up and left. Or so my mother tells me, and of course I believe her. She's had it rough, I know, having to raise me and all... but still. Couldn't she have changed my name, or something?
"Mavis..." The voice of not my mom, but Doctor Louis breaks into my thoughts. I narrow my eyes at him for calling me that, but he doesn't seem to notice. "Soccer isn't the only thing you'll have to give up." His gaze rests upon a clipboard in his hands, and I have a feeling I'm not going to like what's coming. "Your mother tells me you play quite a few sports, is that right? Softball, basketball, and volleyball, along with the soccer?" I grudgingly nod my head. "Well, I'm sorry to say this, but you're going to have to give those up too. No more sports at all, or climbing trees, or roller-blading..."
What? No roller-blading either?! But, Marty promised to take me roller-blading when my leg got better! 'Face it, it's over. Not that you had anything with a guy practically twice your age anyhow...' Frowning at the voice in my head, I shove it aside. "This is so unfair! How come I can't play sports anymore, or roller-blade? It's just a broken leg, for pete's sake! It'll get better!" At the look on the doctor's face, I swallow heavily. "Won't it?"
Sighing heavily, Doctor Louis turns and mumbles something to my mother, which I couldn't hear. After throwing me a sad, pitiful glance, she stands and follows the doctor out of the room. They close the door, drowning out most of the sounds coming from the hospital corridors.
Where did they go? And what is it that they aren't telling me? And when can I get my cast put on so I could go home? A number of questions plagued my mind, as I began to notice the pain again. From my leg, of course. Why, oh why, was this all happening to ME?
A few minutes later, a knock sounded, though I barely heard. Tears were streaming down my face, and I couldn't stop them.
"Mavis?"
Hearing the voice, I looked up, right into Marty's gaze...
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~Marty's POV~
"Mavis?" I called her name again, as I slowly approached the bed. She was crying... again, and I felt myself feeling sorry for her. Walking over, I lowered myself down beside her, using two fingers to gently lift her head when she cast it downwards.
"What's wrong?" My green eyes stared right into her blue ones, and such a brilliant blue they were. She was so cute, with her soft blond hair and slender form. Good thing she's no younger than thirteen, or I might be commiting a crime by wanting to date her...
She sniffed loudly, blinking rapidly, probably trying to fight off the tears. "It's... it's j-just... w-w-well..." She choked, obviously unable to speak at the moment. So I slide closer, as close as possible, and leaned her into me.
"Shhh... It's okay, honey... it's all right. I'm here..." Wrapping my arms around her, I let my hand slowly travel up and down her back. She shivers, so I stop, thinking maybe it was making her uncomfortable. Until she asks me not to, that is. So I begin rubbing her back again, while slowly rocking, hoping to soothe her. I hated seeing her like this, obviously in pain. I wonder if she ever told my dad about the pain killers and how they didn't help... I'm guessing she has by now, though I can't be sure. When I had entered the hospital, I came straight for Mavis' room, wanting to see her again. And I found her like this, seeming lost and vulnerable.
Her strangled gasps and sobs nearly make me cringe with pity. I had to get her to stop, and maybe tell me what was wrong. So I pull away from her slightly, lifting her head, my gaze locking onto hers. "Hey, are you crying because you think I'm a better blader than you are? Cause I assure you, I'm most likely not." I chuckle, hoping to lighten her mood. It doesn't work.
"B-b-blading!" She bursts into a fresh set of tears. Throwing herself against me, her hands rested upon my shoulders, her face buried into my chest. My shirt would be soaked soon, but I didn't really care.
"Mavis? Mavis, honey, what's the matter?!" The feminine shriek sounded from the doorway. Lifting my head, I saw Mavis' mother rushing over to her daughter.
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~Mavis' POV again~
He was too nice, too sweet, too amazing. Here I am, blubbering like a small child yet again and he doesn't even seem to mind. In fact, he even held me! I couldn't believe it... and was unable to speak... to tell him just WHY I was crying. Which was actually considered a good thing by me. I didn't really want to tell him about my not being able to rollerblade anymore, should perchance the doctor have been mistaken. He just HAD to have been. There's not WAY my bones could be made of glass! And even if they were, was does that have to do with me playing sports and rollerblading?
"Mavis? Mavis, honey, what's the matter?!" I was still crying as the sound of my mother's hectic screeching sounded through the room. Slowly I pulled away from Marty, gaze resting upon my mother. She was frowning at Marty, since I was incapable of speaking at the moment.
"You! What have you done to upset my daughter???" Great, the hysteria was definately showing... "Huh? Answer me, young man!" She took a menacing step towards Marty, who lept off the bed, brandishing her fist. "If you EVER hurt my daughter, you won't LIVE to regret it!" Oh boy... Anyone know the phone number to the nearest insane asylum?
Marty's green eyes widened to that of flying saucers, as he glanced from my mother, to me, then back to my mom. "I-I didn't do anything to her, Ms. Remidan, except comfort her! I came into the room and she was already crying. Honest! I would never hurt Mavis!" Despite my deep dislike of that name, when he said it... it didn't seem as horrible.
"I don't believe you! Why ELSE would my daughter be crying?! You're just a good-for-nothing teenage boy who thinks he can behave so cruelly towards my daughter?"
That does it. I had to stop this madness right away, before the nut house really DID come for my mother. Instantly I dried my tears and forced myself to speak. "Mom! He's telling the truth! I was crying before he even came in here. So quit hounding him, okay?"
My mother looked taken slightly a-back with my words, and the tone of my voice. Well, she had been falsely accusing the one I love! I may be only nine, but I'm not a baby, and unlike most girls my age completely, usually acting older. Until today... and last night, when I cried the first time...
"A-are you sure he didn't do anything to you?" Slowly her raised fist was lowering, a forced look of appology given to him. "Sorry.." I could tell she didn't quite mean it, still suspecting. Pulling her gaze from him, she rests it upon me once more. "Then what upset you so much?"
"No, he didn't do anything except comfort me, just like he TOLD YOU." I smiled slightly at Marty, who smiled back a little. My mother's next question caused my head to turn, eyes to rest upon her. "Uhhh, well..." I began to figdet nervously, not really wanting to reveal the reason, and unable to think up a good lie.
"Well? If this teenager over here didn't upset you, who or what did?" She frowned at the word 'teenager' and I cringed. He might realize my true age, or at least that I'm not really a teenager too, if she kept calling him that...
At my reluctant pause, she turned and started in on poor Marty once again. "You DID do something to her, didn't you?! She's just too scared too admit it! Well, I'm not too scared to beat the crap out of you if that's what it takes to get you to confess!"
That did it. No more. I wouldn't stand.. errr, SIT by and just let her talk to my love that way! I had to defend him! "Mom, shutup! HE'S NOT the reason I was crying! YOU are! So leave Marty alone!" Fresh tears began forming, but out of anger, not sadness.
Heads whipping around, both my mother and Marty turned to stare and gape at me. I had never yelled at my mother before until now, and even shocked myself somewhat. She sputtered, a hand over her chest. "M-m-me??? I'M the reason you were crying?"
"Yes! Now just leave me ALONE! I don't want to talk to you anymore." At the widening of her eyes even further, and her hesitation, I frown, my hands balling into tight fists. "Go away!"
Her own blue eyes filling with tears, my mother curtly nodded and quickly exited the room. Marty simply stood there, staring at me as I shook with fury and anger. And confusion, that too. I was furious and angry at my mother for treating the love of my life so cruelly, and confused as to why I would yell at my mother. Then realization dawned upon me. Duh, i'm angry at her, VERY angry, so naturally that would eventually lead to me yelling...
It took me several minutes to realize that Marty was heading towards the door. I stretched my hand out, not wanting him to leave. "Please... don't go..." He turned around, staring at me, confusion mixed with concern filling his emerald gaze.
"Please... stay here..."
And so he did.
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(( There was chappy three! I hope you all liked it ^_^ I'm satisfied with how it turned out, but that's probably cause I wrote it :P lol... If anyone has any questions or is confused about something, feel free to ask when you review. Or you can send me an e-mail, whichever. My email addy ish in my profiley, of course, and I'm too lazy to type it right now :P LoL... Well, that's all for now. Keep checkin' back for more updates! ^_^ ))
