Disclaimer: I don't own it, but for an update on how that is going… read the Author's Note! Other than that… I'm Instant Star-less….
After I put a shirt on, I gave Tommy a reassuring hug. "Don't worry, I'll fix it."
"Jude, before you go, I have a question."
"Uh okay, shoot."
"Well, I heard everything that Sadie said through the wall when she was yelling, before I came in to see what was going on, and she said something like 'You're one to talk about cheating.'… What did she mean?" He looked so beat down and desperate, I didn't want to tell him, but I also knew he deserved to know the truth.
"God Tommy…" I looked at him, and he looked back, pleading. "I walked in on Sadie… and this guy, last night, at the concert." I spit out.
"She was… cheating on me?" I nodded. "Oh." A light went off. "Is that what you were so upset about last night?" Again, I nodded. "God, I knew you were lying, but I didn't even think of that. I would have never thought of that."
"Yeah, well, I don't think she would have ever thought that her boyfriend would cheat on her with her younger sister either."
"Point taken." He patted his lap and I went and sat on it. He put his arms around me, protectively, pulling me as close as he could. I rested my head against his chest and breathed deep.
"This is so screwed up." I said with a small smile on my face.
"Mmmhmm." Tommy kissed the top of my head. I didn't know how long we stayed like that, but it was nice.
"Eh-hem." I jumped up from Tommy's lap and missed my footing. I landed on the floor, twisting my left ankle into a position I never knew it could go into.
"Owww!" I wailed, my eyes tearing up as I clutched my leg to my chest. "God damn it that hurts!" I hissed through clenched teeth.
"Oh great, something else just had to happen. Tommy, please help her up and get her downstairs. She needs to go to the hospital." Georgia left, presumably to go get the car ready. I held up my hand and Tommy hoisted me up, wrapping his arm around my waist to stabilize me. We made it into the elevator and I rested against the side, my ankle throbbing something awful. We hit the ground floor and we hobbled outside. A few fans were still waiting on the sidewalk, hoping to see me, and I felt really bad for turning them down, but my ankle was killing me and I wanted it to stop. EJ got up to the hospital in record time. It turns out she has a lead foot when the time calls for it. We walked into the ER and I was signed in. We were taken in to have my ankle x-rayed. After that was over, we were put in a room to wait for the doctor. I started laughing and the others looked at me like I was crazy.
"Well it just struck me as funny that Tommy got married on tour, and all I get is a flat tire, a fight with my sister, a front page tabloid, and a broken ankle." I explained.
"Oh, I think you definitely got the better end of the deal honey." Tommy smiled. Georgia interrupted.
"Okay, well we need to discuss a lot of things. First thing, your tabloid front cover that you just mentioned Jude."
"Uhhh, okay? What do you want me to say?"
"Well, I was kinda hoping for an explanation." She gave me a well duh expression.
"It was nothing Georgia! I swear, Tommy was just trying to help me get pumped up for the concert, and things got a little out of hand. It was all my fault, I instigated it, and he ended it… it was just a lapse in judgment. I promise you, it'll never happen again."
"Yeah, you better believe it'll never happen again." I kept looking at her. She sighed. "Fine, fine. Tommy, you're not fired anymore, but you're on strict probation. Anything like this happens EVER again, you're gone without a second thought. Agreed?"
"Agreed." Tommy nodded.
"Alright, well how about the second order of business; damage control." Oh goody goody gum drops! I rolled my eyes. "You know that Leno is going to be on your ass about this thick and deep. Just be vague, but clear things up. Try not to center this as the only topic, and don't crack under pressure. That'll just make him stronger and more eager to ask questions. Got it?"
"Ma'am yes ma'am." I yawned. She didn't even have a chance to reply because at this time, the doctor came in.
"Hello Jude, I'm Dr. Sarenson." We shook hands and she took a seat on the rolly chair on the other side of my bed. "Well, there's some good news, and then there's some bad news. Good news first, right?" I shrugged. "You didn't break your ankle. This is good because if you had, it would have taken a long time to heal." She continued. "Now the bad news. When you landed, you twisted your ankle, and you tore a few tendons. You won't need a cast for this, but you'll need to keep an ace wrap around it, and you will need to use crutches. You may be able to walk on it, but doing so can cause more tendons to tear, causing a lot more damage than is necessary." She stood up.
"Uh, but what about when I'm performing? I can't strut the stage and use crutches at the same time!"
"Okay, well considering your situation, you could probably get away with not using the crutches for two, maybe three hours max. But anytime you're backstage or anything, you must use them. Clear?" she compromised.
"Crystal." I smiled, relieved.
"Great. Now let's get your ankle wrapped and grab a pair of crutches." I grinned, but inside I was thinking. Fuck this. If this is what I get for being a "bad" sister, then why hasn't Sadie been put in a full body cast yet?
Author's Note: Thanks again everyone for the support. I don't really have anything else to add to this, 'cept I'm having a touch of writer's block…. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO HAPPEN IN THE STORY? I need input, and if I use any of your ideas, I promise I'll credit you, give you a piece of Instant Star when me and the others buy it, and yeah…. Help me out!
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