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At the Hospital.
Lenore's view
We were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the nurse to find a room for us. She'd looked at us suspiciously when Tim said he was baby- sitting me, but my parents, who'd gone out of town, had forgotten to give him my health card. She also looked skeptical when Tim said to put the costs on his tab.
"Randy?" I said suddenly. "They're not gonna take me away, are they?"
"Lenore, why would they do that?" He asked. "Dad said you were with us and that he was paying."
"Yeah, but she didn't look to convinced," I replied. "What if she calls the cops or something and they drag me to some foster home, or worse, another orphanage.""
"They won't, I promise," he re-assured me. "I won't let them. Neither will Brad."
"No, I won't," Brad replicated. "They try to take you, and they'll be needing their own services."
I had to laugh at that.
"What's so funny?" Tim wanted to know.
"Nothing," we answered.
He shook his head at us, and went back to entertaining Mark.
"Randy?"
"Yeah?"
"My arm really hurts," I admitted softly. "It's never hurt like this before."
"Lenore, it's probably broken," Randy riposted. "Therefore it's gonna hurt more than ever."
The nurse came up to us then, and led us to an empty room.
"I wonder how many people have died in here," Randy thought aloud.
"Randy!" Brad snapped, whacking him upside the head. "Quit scaring your girlfriend!"
"Oh, sorry Lenore," Randy apologized. "I momentarily forgot you hate hospitals."
We played I-spy until the doctor finally came into the room.
"So, you fell off the jungle gym," the doctor said. "Tell me if this hurts, okay?"
He lifted my arm up and dropped it. I screamed in agony and kicked him right square without a moment's hesitation.
"Oomph!" He said doubling over.
"Bastard!" I shouted.
"Lenore!" Tim cried.
By now, I of all people, was crying and clutching my arm to my side.
"Dad, he hurt her!" Randy rejoined, looking ready to pounce on the doctor himself.
Brad carefully hugged me. "Shh," he soothed. "It'll be alright."
"What was the point of that?" Tim demanded. "She said she couldn't move it!"
"I had to see exactly how bad it really was," the doctor stated once he'd caught his breath. "Some kids come in here and lie about how bad they're hurt just because they want a cast to get out of doing work or something."
"You're supposed to use X-rays to determine that!" Tim yelled.
I shrunk back some, as I hated it when Tim was mad. Actually, I hated it when anyone was mad, especially at me for just being curious.
Tim and the doctor continued to argue, until a nice looking doctor came in.
"What's going on in here?" The George Clooney of Emergency interrogated.
"This idiot just dropped her arm, after she stated it she couldn't move it because it hurt too much!" Tim informed him. "She can't even move her damn fingers, and this asshole is picking it up roughly and letting it drop like a sack of potatoes!"
"Hey! The Brat kicked me right square!" The 1st doctor argued.
"You deserved it!" Tim growled. "Anyone who hurts her like that deserves it!"
Mr. George Clooney look-alike interrupted them. "Dr. Jones, leave before I throw you out myself. Also, expect this to be put on your report, permanently."
"But." Dr. Jones tried, only to be shot a Look.
"Hey," I suddenly. "There are George Clooney's in Emergency."
Everyone looked at me puzzled at first, but then they got it and began to laugh.
"Thanks for the compliment," the nice doctor smiled. "I appreciate being told I look like George Clooney."
"Now, let's get down to business," he said. "My name is Dr. Clarkson."
"I knew a crossing-guard whose name was Mr. Clarkson," I smiled slightly, then winced as pain shot through my arm.
"Okay, Lenore, I'm not going to lie to you," Dr. Clarkson began. "Setting it into place will hurt, but we've a needle to help ease the pain."
I paled at the word 'needle'. Only few people knew I had a deathly fear of them.
"Will it hurt way too much if you do it without the needle?" I asked. "Is it really necessary?"
"I'm afraid it is necessary," Dr. Clarkson replied, getting the shot ready.
I saw the needle and could feel myself begin to freak.
"R.Randy," I managed, before my eyes rolled back in my head and I passed out.
A.N.: Plz R & R! Remember, AT LEAST 3 reviews or NO chapter!!! Adios! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!
At the Hospital.
Lenore's view
We were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the nurse to find a room for us. She'd looked at us suspiciously when Tim said he was baby- sitting me, but my parents, who'd gone out of town, had forgotten to give him my health card. She also looked skeptical when Tim said to put the costs on his tab.
"Randy?" I said suddenly. "They're not gonna take me away, are they?"
"Lenore, why would they do that?" He asked. "Dad said you were with us and that he was paying."
"Yeah, but she didn't look to convinced," I replied. "What if she calls the cops or something and they drag me to some foster home, or worse, another orphanage.""
"They won't, I promise," he re-assured me. "I won't let them. Neither will Brad."
"No, I won't," Brad replicated. "They try to take you, and they'll be needing their own services."
I had to laugh at that.
"What's so funny?" Tim wanted to know.
"Nothing," we answered.
He shook his head at us, and went back to entertaining Mark.
"Randy?"
"Yeah?"
"My arm really hurts," I admitted softly. "It's never hurt like this before."
"Lenore, it's probably broken," Randy riposted. "Therefore it's gonna hurt more than ever."
The nurse came up to us then, and led us to an empty room.
"I wonder how many people have died in here," Randy thought aloud.
"Randy!" Brad snapped, whacking him upside the head. "Quit scaring your girlfriend!"
"Oh, sorry Lenore," Randy apologized. "I momentarily forgot you hate hospitals."
We played I-spy until the doctor finally came into the room.
"So, you fell off the jungle gym," the doctor said. "Tell me if this hurts, okay?"
He lifted my arm up and dropped it. I screamed in agony and kicked him right square without a moment's hesitation.
"Oomph!" He said doubling over.
"Bastard!" I shouted.
"Lenore!" Tim cried.
By now, I of all people, was crying and clutching my arm to my side.
"Dad, he hurt her!" Randy rejoined, looking ready to pounce on the doctor himself.
Brad carefully hugged me. "Shh," he soothed. "It'll be alright."
"What was the point of that?" Tim demanded. "She said she couldn't move it!"
"I had to see exactly how bad it really was," the doctor stated once he'd caught his breath. "Some kids come in here and lie about how bad they're hurt just because they want a cast to get out of doing work or something."
"You're supposed to use X-rays to determine that!" Tim yelled.
I shrunk back some, as I hated it when Tim was mad. Actually, I hated it when anyone was mad, especially at me for just being curious.
Tim and the doctor continued to argue, until a nice looking doctor came in.
"What's going on in here?" The George Clooney of Emergency interrogated.
"This idiot just dropped her arm, after she stated it she couldn't move it because it hurt too much!" Tim informed him. "She can't even move her damn fingers, and this asshole is picking it up roughly and letting it drop like a sack of potatoes!"
"Hey! The Brat kicked me right square!" The 1st doctor argued.
"You deserved it!" Tim growled. "Anyone who hurts her like that deserves it!"
Mr. George Clooney look-alike interrupted them. "Dr. Jones, leave before I throw you out myself. Also, expect this to be put on your report, permanently."
"But." Dr. Jones tried, only to be shot a Look.
"Hey," I suddenly. "There are George Clooney's in Emergency."
Everyone looked at me puzzled at first, but then they got it and began to laugh.
"Thanks for the compliment," the nice doctor smiled. "I appreciate being told I look like George Clooney."
"Now, let's get down to business," he said. "My name is Dr. Clarkson."
"I knew a crossing-guard whose name was Mr. Clarkson," I smiled slightly, then winced as pain shot through my arm.
"Okay, Lenore, I'm not going to lie to you," Dr. Clarkson began. "Setting it into place will hurt, but we've a needle to help ease the pain."
I paled at the word 'needle'. Only few people knew I had a deathly fear of them.
"Will it hurt way too much if you do it without the needle?" I asked. "Is it really necessary?"
"I'm afraid it is necessary," Dr. Clarkson replied, getting the shot ready.
I saw the needle and could feel myself begin to freak.
"R.Randy," I managed, before my eyes rolled back in my head and I passed out.
A.N.: Plz R & R! Remember, AT LEAST 3 reviews or NO chapter!!! Adios! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!