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When we get to the hospital, I wait with Jane after they take her x-rays. And then we wait some more until the doctor finaliy comes in to see her.

"Unfortunately the x-rays confirm that she has an ulnar fracture. It is a closed fracture and it is only on the ulnar bone so she will need a cast. Thankfully, the bone is not out of place so she won't need surgery." The doctor tells me after examining her.

I sigh in relief. "Okay."

"She doesn't show any signs of a concussion but she will require a few stitches on her forehead and she should take it easy for the rest of the day."

I nod. "Okay."

I know I can't drive her home like this. I want to make sure she's okay while we're here in the city rather than on the road in the middle of nowhere. We're going to have to stay another day.

The doctor nods. "Okay. The nurse and will come in a few minutes to put the cast and stitch her up." He pauses. "Any questions?"

I shake my head. "No, thank you."

He nods again then makes his way out of the room. I stare at his white coat as he walks out.

The sound of Jane crying makes me look away. "Are you okay?" I ask as I take a seat on the chair next to her bed.

"It just hurts." She mumbles as she sobs.

"I know," I say as I put my arm around her shoulders. "But you're going to be okay."

The nurse comes in minutes later followed by Quinn who, I notice, put on a shirt.

"How is she?" she asks as the nurse begins to get ready to stitch her forehead.

"She's going to be fine," I say though I'm not sure who I'm trying to convince more: her or me. I stand up and walk to him. "Sam doesn't-"I sigh. "He doesn't work here, right?"

Quinn shakes her head. "He doesn't, don't worry."

"Okay." I bite my lip as I nod.

"M-Mercedes." Jane says nervously as the nurse gets ready to stitch her forehead. I sit back next to her and hold her hand while the nurse stiches her forehead. It's only three stitches so thankfully, it's not a lot. It gets worse when the doctor comes back to cast her arm. The pain medication doesn't kick in until a few minutes in so she is in a lot pain for the beginning. It's either that or she's being overdramatic which is very Jane.

The procedure takes about thirty minutes and she falls asleep shortly after the nurse and doctor leave the room. It's a short arm cast so it's only on her forearm and wrapped around her palm and thumb.

The doctor said she would need the cast for about three months with doctor checkups in between. They are going to have to transfer her file to Arizona but I decide to worry about that until we got back. What matters is that all she got out of this was a fractured arm. I know it could've been much worse.

"You don't have to stay here." I tell Quinn. We're seated next to each other on a couch that was positioned against the wall, to the left side of the bed. Jane is sound asleep.

"Don't be ridiculous," she looks at me. "You can come with me, to my house."

I scoff. "Yeah, right."

she shakes her head. "I don't know what we did to make you hate us so much."

I look away. "I don't hate you."

"Then why did you run away? Without a call? I know you want nothing to do with him but Sam hasn't been himself since you left," She says quietly.

I raise my eyebrows. "Really? I'm surprised he even noticed that I was gone."

Quinn sighs. "Listen, I don't know what went wrong between you guys. But I do know how much he suffered after you left so all I'm saying is that you should talk to him. He is still your husband whether you like it or not."

He is still your husband.

My husband.

I've managed to avoid talking and thinking about Sam for the past three years. It was starting to feel like I wasn't even married but I am.

I am a married woman.

I know Quinn is right-I'm Sam's wife whether I like it or not.

It's a fact.

"Dad passed away three months ago," Quinn says after a moment of silence.

I turn to look at her but she's looking at the floor. "I'm so sorry to hear that," I say, placing my hand on her shoulder.

She looks at me and smiles sadly. "It was a heart attack. How ironic huh? A doctor dying of a heart attack," He says shaking his head in disbelief.

"How-" I sigh. "How is Sam?"

Quinn raises her eyebrows as she takes a deep breath. "Sam does what Sam does best." He looks at me. "He took over dad's clinic and he's been working nonstop. I literally don't see him and we live in the same house."

I gulp. "Yeah, that sounds like Sam."

"You should go see him, Mercedes. At least call him to let him know you're alive. We were beginning to think you were dead."

I bite my lip feeling guilty for the first time in a long time. "I'm sorry."

"I know you don't have to give me any explanations so I won't ask for them." She puts her arm around my shoulders and hugs me."I've really missed you, Mer."

I smile at the sound of the nickname she baptized me with back when we met in college. "I've missed you too." I pause. "I think I'll get a hotel, though."

She pulls away."Come on, you don't have to pay for a hotel."

"I don't want to go back to that house."

"Is it my mom?" She asks.

I sigh. "I'd rather not talk about it."

She nods slowly. "Okay. Since you'd have to stay another day, will you please promise me you'll go see Sam?"

"Quinn"

"I've kept my promise, Mer. Even though it's killing me not to call him and tell him that you're here-I'm not going to do it because I respect your wish. He's not doing very good and I know that seeing you will really help him," She says as as reaches for her wallet in her back pocket. She opens it and takes out a white business card. "This is the clinic, just in case you don't remember where it is. I can stay with your sister if that will make you feel better."

I half smile. "Okay, I'll think about it," I say as I looked down at the card. "Evans Pediatrics", it reads. It had the address, hours, phone number, and e- mail. I stare at his name for a moment. Dr. Samuel Evans.

"And you have to tell me where you're staying."

I smile. "God, you really are annoying," I say, making her laugh. It's not until another two hours when Jane gets discharged. The nurse gives me a big packet of paperwork which makes me think about the big bill that is going to arrive in a few weeks. I can only hope the insurance will cover most of it. Since I left my car at the beach, I have to accept a ride from Quinn.

"You know, we never made it to lunch," She says as she drives.

It's around six in the evening and the sky is illuminated by twilight. There isn't much traffic but the streets weren't totally isolated either.

"I am starving," Jane says as she leans in between our seats.

"Jane put on your seatbelt." I scold.

She sighs as she sits back and puts it on. "You are worse than mom was."

Quinn turns to look at me. "Was?"

I clear my throat. "Sure, let's go eat."

Quinn nods then turns her attention back to the road. "Alright."

She takes us to a pizza restaurant. We eat pizza with wings. Jane is still wearing the arm sling. I want her to wear it at least for the first few days until she gets used to the cast. She is already complaining about how she's going to have to go to school with the cast. Apparently, that's the worst that can happen to a teenager.

"What are you doing all the way over here anyway?" I ask Quinn as we eat. "Isn't Beverly Hills like two hours away?"

He nods slowly. "It is, yes. I just came to meet with my friends-the ones back in the beach? I hadn't seen them in a while," She says with a shrug.

"So what do you do? Where do you work?" I ask, reaching for my drink.

"I actually own a few properties."

I raise my eyebrows. "So you're like a landlord?"

She chuckles. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Wow,"

"Your surprise is offensive," She says looking at me.

I laugh. "I'm sorry. It's not to be mean. You just don't look like you have your life together."

"Wow, that's mean," Jane says laughing.

Quinn grins. "There's the Mercedes I remember."

I smile as I look down at my slice of pizza. "That's good though. I mean you did want to go into business, that's what you majored in right?"

She nod. "Yes. And you majored in accounting."

"I did," I say slowly. I don't really want to talk about my life and when Quinn realizes it, she asks Jane what she wants to major in college.

I'm grateful for the change of subject. It's not that I hated my life or anything. It's just that my life isn't exactly going how I planned and talking about it is a reminder.

I just don't need that right now.

What is Mercedes hiding?

Is she going to go see Sam?

Why she left is not the reason yal think...

Please excuse any grammar errors that may occur.

I might post two more chapters today idk yea lol

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