Emergency Room Encounter

by Pandora's Box Is Heavy

A night spent in the ER with an injured football player across the hall. Their chemistry is instant and it all begins with a raccoon/cat. 175 "chapter" drabble. 5 updates a day.

9. EC - over all the dramatics

9

Edward Cullen/over all the dramatics

"I don't need a fucking wheelchair. I can walk," I argue.

Mom tells me to stop cussing because there are children in the wing.

She's still crying.

The transport chick just huffs and tells me to get in the chair so I can get my hand X-rayed.

I hate people.

It's not until I stand up that I realize morphine and walking don't mix.

I fall into the chair, and Dad helps me put my legs in the footrests.

I want to go past her room again, but transport makes a left instead of a right.

"No, wait a minute. I wanna see her pretty brown eyes again."

Instead of being turned around, I'm pushed into a small room with a fancy machine.

They move my balloon hand into a bunch of positions and take pictures.

The tech offers me a sad smile when they're finished.

Yeah, I'm fucked.