Last Chapter: I slowly nodded, staring at what I was holding with a blank expression. "Do you regret it?" I asked quietly. I turned my head to look back as Jackie shook her head. "No,"
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I turned back to the small, living, breathing thing in my arms and smiled a little. "What's the name?" I asked. Jackie walked up to us and smiled, running her fingers down the face gently.
"Alexis," She said with a large grin.
She stepped in front of me and carefully took her from my arms. I handed her over, and stuck my hands into my jean pockets.
The pain immediately shot back up into my leg and I grimaced. Jackie caught it and placed Alexis gently back inside her crib. We walked slowly back out into the den area and Jackie picked up the phone.
She made a quick phone call to a lady down the hall, and in five minutes, the lady was knocking. Jackie answered, and thanked the lady for coming on such short notice.
She told her where everything was, and that Alexis was sleeping in the back room, and if there was any emergencies, to call her friend, Sandy.
Jackie's car was nothing to talk about, but it was enough to get us to the hospital. We immediately walked through the door and I heard my name being repeated loudly.
I turned around and smiled at the lady who had a big hand in raising me.
"Oh my gosh, Steven, what happened?" She asked looking at my leg and head wound.
"I'm ok Mrs. Foreman, I was just in a little car accident," I informed her. She didn't seem to believe that it was noting big and immediately called for a wheel chair.
When one arrived, I carefully eased my self into it, happy to be sitting. I turned around and looked at Jackie, who was holding my jacket in her arms.
She looked a little uncomfortable. "Oh, hello, what's your name?" Mrs. Foreman asked her with a smile. "My name's Jackie," She said moderately quietly.
"Did you bring in Steven? Thank you do much for taking care of him because everyone knows he can't take care of himself," Mrs. Foreman said with a chuckle.
I was about to complain when Jackie cut me off. "Yes, but that's one of the good things," She said. I was slightly shocked and just looked back at her. She smiled at me softly.
Mrs. Foreman, who didn't notice the looks we had going between us, took the handles of my wheel chair and sharply turned me around, making me loose eye contact.
"Oh dear, if you want to, you can come with us," Mrs. Foreman said generously, already starting to walk off.
Jackie, unsure as what to do, hesitantly followed us to the x-ray room. We got inside and Mrs. Foreman asked for me to get into my boxers as she went to go get one of those napkin dresses.
I told her I was fine in just my boxers, but she insisted, saying it was more sanitary. The door closed, leaving only Jackie and I in the room.
Painfully, I pulled off my shirt and folded it, setting it on the closest chair. I looked back at Jackie and playfully smirked.
She seemed to be blushing and looking the other way. I also, very painfully, unbuckled my belt and pulled off my jeans.
I was starting to feel a little stupid, but brushed it off and slowly wiggled onto the table.
Mrs. Foreman walked inside and paused, only for a second and placed the sanitary napkin dress over me.
She pulled over the x-ray machine and slowly, starting at my feet, moved it up to my head and then back down.
She put back the machine and left, saying I could get dressed again. I somewhat fell off the table gracefully and asked Jackie to hand me my jeans. She wasn't expecting me to talk to her, and looked at me confused.
I asked again, and she grabbed them from the chair next to her and walked them over to me.
As I was grabbing them, from her hands, our hands touched and we froze. After a long second, I coughed and Jackie moved back, flustered.
She absentmindedly walked back to her seat and ungracefully plunked herself down on it.
I slowly, inch by inch, made my legs into my pants. It was painful and I grimaced I awkwardly attempted to put my favorite Led Zeppelin shirt on.
Since I was sure that my shoulder was dislocated, I had a great deal of trouble getting my arm to slide easily into my shirtsleeve. Jackie, noticing the trouble I was having, giggled. I stopped and pulled my head out and stared at her.
"You think this is funny?" I asked. She only giggled harder, trying to muffle them with her hands.
I sighed and pulled my shirt off, which wasn't that difficult because it was never really on. I threw it at her and she jumped as it landed in her lap.
She placed my jacket, which she had put back into her arms, on the chair back next to her and picked up my shirt. She slowly walked over to me and smiled funny.
"I could help you with this if you want," she said slyly. I smirked at her playfulness. "I don't know if I can trust you," I joked. She smiled and looked me in the eyes.
"Fine, walk around topless," She said trying to hand me back my shirt. I wouldn't take it.