The white walls were as plain as a piece of wood. Nothing colorful or decorative was among them, just plain white. The waiting room in the hospital gave a dull and boring feeling to the people sitting in it. This was not a way to start a day, but it seems like it was common for me. I've been in the hospital waiting room so many times that sitting for hours in it didn't affect me anymore. I had too many things running through my mind to be bored.

I made my way from my seat beside Ryleigh towards the the nurse that sat behind the window. I handed in the clipboard full of papers containing my information. I guessed that my file here should be enormous. I've been here so many times it became my second home, whether I liked it or not.

I felt a soft hand on my shoulder, it was Ryleigh. "Wouldn't your dad find out if you were here?" she whispered into my ear. I shook her head and let out a small smile.

"No, my dad works in Miami Children's Hospital, not here in Palmetto. Do you really think I would come to the hospital he works at?"

"No" she smiled sheepishly.

I knew better then to show up at the hospital where my dad worked. I was grateful that he had decided to work in Children's Hospital even though it was an hour and a half away from home. I walked back to my seat with Ryleigh and waited for the nurse to call me. Looking down at the paper the nurse had told me to keep, I began to read it, to keep my mind busy more than anything else. I noticed the number written in blue marker on the top right corner. It was my favorite number: 6.

"Number six." a deep voice called. Both Ryleigh and I looked up to see a man standing by the open door. We got up and walked past him towards one of the small open spaces in triage. He took my temperature, asked what happened and to pick a number from the pain scale; it was the normal routine.

"Ten is the worst pain and zero means there's no pain." he informed me, although I knew it by now.

"Eight." I replied.

"Now tell me again how that happened."

"I was doing a handstand on a skateboard when it moved and I fell on my arm." he looked at me skeptically. I couldn't blame him though, who in their right mind would be so stupid as to try that, but at the moment it was all I could think of.

After a long quiet moment, he got up from his seat and we followed. He led us past another door, this time to Registration. Both of us took a seat in the one free cubicle and waited. When a red-head walked to the desk and took a seat, I sighed in relief.

"Hello Dani. What did you do now?" she asked, smiling as she looked at us. "I hurt my arm again. You know me Lacy, I'm always doing something stupid." I gave a short laughed, it was forced though. "You really need to calm down. If I'm right, this is your fourth time this month here. Really Dani, you need to take better care of yourself." she said as she typed away information into her computer. Everyone that worked in Registration automatically filled in my information without needing anything, they all knew me here.

She walked away from her desk leaving Ryleigh and me in silence. Ryleigh was the first to break it. "Handstand on a skateboard?" she rolled her eyes at me.

"What do you want? It was the first thing I could think of and anyways, it worked didn't it."

"Yeah but--" At that moment, Lacy walked back holding one of those plastic ID bracelets. "Here you go." she put it on me. I thanked her and left towards another set of doors to the actual emergency room. I handed the papers Lacy gave me to Marie, a tall brunette with a crooked nose, and walked back to take a seat by Ryleigh.

"Are you up for school after this?" she asked. I slowly nodded my head, "Yeah why not. You think you can lend me some clothes?"

"My closet is your closet." we both smiled at each other. It was times like these when I was really grateful to have Ryleigh as a friend.

After twenty minutes went by, I finally heard Marie call out my number. I got up and walked towards her with Ryleigh close behind me. Marie led me towards one beds and closed the curtain around us. "The doctor will be with you in a moment, sweetie." I sent her a smile and she turned and walked back to her desk. Ryleigh pulled chair closer to me and sat down, and I looked at her. Her blond hair was picked up in a messy bun and she was still wearing her pj's; a pair of gray sweats and a hoodie.

"You didn't have to come dressed like that." she looked at me with a confused look before looking down at what she was wearing. She shrugged, "It's comfortable." I let out a small laugh as the curtain was pulled back to show a person I was so familiar with.

"What am I going to do with you, Daniela?" he chuckled as he looked through my file. I was right, that thing was huge.

"Dunno, Dr. Carter." I smiled. Doctor Carter was practically my doctor. He was always the one that saw me whenever I came in and I've grown to like him a lot. He was very sweet and caring. His dark brown hair was in a fade, but starting to grow out. His green eyes always had a way of calming me down whenever he looked at me. He was definitely someone I could confide in and I liked knowing that.

"Says here that you were doing a handstand on a skateboard." he raised an eyebrow at me. I knew that he knew I was lying but he never said anything. One of the other reasons why I liked him.

"Yep. What can I say, I can't turn down a dare."

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We made it back to Ryleigh's house after two hours of being in that hospital. It went by a lot quicker than usual and I was happy for that. Dr. Carter did X-rays on my right arm and told me that it was just sprained and then wrapped it up in one of those ugly brown stretch bandages. He told me I should try and stay away from doing anything crazy, at least until it healed fully.

We walked into her house, just as her phone rang.

"Hello?" she answered and I made my way towards her room to look for some clothes to change into for school.

I had just finished picking out a pair of light gray skinny jeans and a blue Rolling Stones t-shirt, when I heard Ryleigh come in. She plopped down on the bed and placed her phone on the nightstand. I turned around and looked at her, holding up the jeans and the shirt for approval. She smiled and got up to walk past me to her closet only to come back to hand me a pair of gray Converse. "Here you go. You're lucky you're my size." she gave them to me before turning back to the closet to look for her clothes.

I walked out of her room to the bathroom that was next to the guest room. Turning on the water, I quickly slipped out of my clothes and took off the wrap before climbing in, letting the water fall on me. I washed my hair and my body, stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself, which was almost impossible since I had to do it with only one hand. Getting dress was just has hard due to the fact that I didn't have any strength in my right arm.

"Hey Dani you need hel--" Ryleigh stopped when she looked at me, she already had her answer. Trying to wrap around the bandage by myself was another mission. God, I always hated having a damn sprain.

She walked over and helped me tie it again then walked me over to her bathroom where she did my hair. All in all, it took me longer to get ready then it normally does. We walked towards her silver Honda Civic quietly. I softly rubbed my right arm as I got into the passenger seat, it was starting to itch due to the bandage. Ryleigh turned on the radio but turned down the volume, you could barely hear the song 'Damaged' playing.

The car ride was silent but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was nice. I used most of the car ride to think about things. Would people really believe the whole thing about the skateboard, or will they think I got into yet another fight? Either way, it shouldn't matter as long as they believe one of those.

Last month I came to school with a bruise on my cheek and a sprained arm again and people assumed I got in a fight with Kaylee Collins because we didn't get along. Of course she said yes whenever someone asked her and started saying that she won against me. That pissed me off and I ended up fighting her a week later even though my arm was still healing.

I felt someone nudge my side and I turned to look at Ryleigh. I realized that we were already in school so I got out of the car and walked around the car to stand beside Ryleigh. The school ground was empty, seeing as everyone was in class. I looked down at my phone to look at the clock, it read 8:40 a.m.

We walked into the main office and made our way towards the attendance office. The student aid there handed us tardy passes and we filled them out and walked out of the room. "Are you planning on going to class today?" Ryleigh asked as we made our way out to the courtyard. I shook my head, "Nope, I think I'm just gonna go hang out in Haselmann's class. I'm not really in the mood to do any work today." I heard Ryleigh sigh, "Fine, I'll call you so you can meet us for lunch."

"Do I have to? Your friends just stare at me, especially that one Jonas kid." Ryleigh laughed at me.

"Which Jonas?"

"That one with the curly hair." For some reason, this made Ryleigh laugh even more. "Nick isn't that bad okay, and neither are the rest of them. Just please come and this time try to talk to them instead of spending the whole lunch texting your invisible friend." she smirked. I playfully punched her shoulder with my good arm and walked away from her towards Mrs. Haselmann's class.

Apart from Ryleigh, I didn't really have any other friends, and that was totally fine with me. I'm not the type to open up to people and just spill my guts out to them, so it makes it hard for me to make friends. You can't blame me though can you? I don't really have the best life going on now so you can understand why I don't just give away my trust so easily. The weird thing is, with Ryleigh it wasn't that way. I quickly found someone that I could trust and talk to in her, and she is the main reason why I'm still sane today. Without her, I wouldn't know where I would be now. Yes I know it sounds completely corny and whatever but it's the truth.

I was thrown out of my daze when I bumped into someone hard and fell down, hitting my sprained arm on the ground. "Ouch" I grabbed my arm as a sharp pain ran through it.

"Oh. I'm sorry." I looked up to see the curly-haired Jonas, his hand was extended out for me to take it. I grabbed his hand with my left hand and he pulled me up. Pulling my right arm closer to me I muttered a simple 'thank you' to him and continued walking past him.

"Hey wait up." I sighed and stopped walking, turning to look at him. He was smiling at me and I never really noticed before but he did have a cute face, and his curly hair was sorta adorable. Wait, what the hell am I saying?

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice coming out a bit cold. He didn't pay any mind to it. "You're Ryleigh's friend right?" I nodded. He looked down to where I was holding my bandaged arm and then looked back up at me. His face changed, it looked kind of sad. What he said next was definitely something I wasn't expecting.

"Did your dad do that to you?"

so even though no one reviewed, im still going to write this fic.