Hannah POV
Shit. I knew this day was going to come but not as soon as this. I know should have been more prepared but we had only been back in the apartment for a week and I hadn't had chance to run off and buy some without him knowing. I only had the two in my suitcase. Shit. Shit. Shit. I was sat on the toilet seat with my hands collapsed around my stomach and I knew I had to ask him.
"Hmmm...dad?" I shouted weakly from the bathroom and stood up and leant against the door as I heard a mumbling noise from the sofa.
"Yes Hannah?" he asked me and I felt myself redden.
"I need you to do me a favour" I spoke, still not wanting to open the door and tell him.
"What?" he asked, his voice sounding cautious.
"I need you to go to the chemist" I said, hoping that he would get it without me having to discuss this with him.
"Why?" he asked, his voice sounding confused "there's ibuprofen in the cupboard"
"It's not that dad" I said. My God I had to spell it out.
"What is it then? And why don't you just tell me face to face?" he asked, his voice coming closer to the door as he spoke.
"Because it's embarrassing" I retorted.
"Oh...you need a woman...oh God...are you pregnant Hannah?" he sounded shocked and I almost died of embarrassment.
"Jesus no! How could you think that?" I yelled through the white wood.
"You were being secretive and you said it was embarrassing" he retorted and I could have killed him but I had more pressing issues.
"I need tampons dad" I stated simply and he didn't reply.
"Right...can't you go get them?" he asked
"No...my stomach is killing" I replied
"Fine...fine...I'll lock the door" he said and I didn't go out until I heard the door shut firmly. I collapsed onto the sofa and snatched the hot water bottle I had left there and waited for him to return.
Third Person POV
Don Flack was relieved when he got out into the fresh air. He groaned inwardly as he began to make his way down to the local chemist. He had forgotten about that. He thought she would have had some but he shook his head as he walked into the chemist. The woman at the counter smiled at him and he just looked at her before heading down the aisles in search of what his daughter needed.
"Bloody hell" he whispered when he saw them. He didn't know what to do. There was so many to choose from and he felt awkward just standing there and staring at them without a clue. In the end he just picked a box up and hastily went towards the counter. The woman gave him a sympathetic smile as he handed the box over.
"We get it all the time" she chuckled but that didn't make Don feel any better. He silently handed over the dollars and left with the box tucked away in his bag.
"Flack" he snapped when he answered the ringing phone in his pocket.
"Dad...promise not to get mad" he heard Hannah say in a slightly hysterical voice. Well when she says something like that he is bound to go a little crazy.
"Hannah what is it?" he asked nervously and Hannah cringed a little at the pain.
"I think I've dislocated my kneecap" she said and Don began to run as he spoke.
"What do you mean think?" he worried
"Well it kind of popped out but then went back in...I was walking to the kitchen and it did it" Hannah said and he could tell she was about to break down in tears.
"I'm almost home...are you okay?" he checked when he saw his apartment in sight.
"No...not really" she said and Don flew into the apartment.
He ran up to his apartment and saw Hannah sat on the floor with her left leg bent and her right one straight out in front of her. Don dropped the bag and flung himself down onto the floor next to her.
"Which knee was it?" he asked as his hands grasped her face and wiped away her tears.
"The right" she whimpered and Don cautiously rolled up her pyjama bottom and looked at the knee which was swollen.
"We're going to get you to the hospital" he said and for once she didn't disagree with him. Don stood up and helped her up but he soon found that she couldn't put any weight on her leg and so he carried her. She moaned as she realised she was off to the hospital in her pyjama bottoms and hoody. Don slid her into her into the car and quickly drove.
Hannah POV
"What the hell do you mean by it's normal?" dad roared when the doctor finally returned to the little cubicle we were in. Dad had his hands on his hips as the doctor examined my knee one more time. I resisted the urge not to snap at him when he moved it and caused me pain.
"In teenage girls the dislocation of a knee can be quite normal...hopefully it should stop when she gets older" he told dad and my mouth hung open.
"Should stop? You mean this could happen again?" I asked. Jesus, once was bad enough.
"It could do...but it may not. If it does then we may consider looking into it, keyhole surgery possibly. For now, you need a week rest and I'm putting you on crutches" he said and I nodded. The crutches I could handle...maybe not surgery. The doctor left my dad to fill out some forms and then he said we could be on our way.
"Let's get you home...I'll call for Chinese" dad said and he helped me into the crutches. I nodded and attempted to walk on them. I was slow and they were clumpy. Dad remained at me side wordlessly as he walked at my snail pace back to the car.
"Well...it's been an eventful day Hannah" dad said as we drove.
"I guess so" I replied. I had to take the lift back up to the apartment and as soon as we were inside dad shut the door and told me to sit down.
"Yes sir" I replied and flounced onto the sofa, laying the crutches onto the floor.
"I'll take a week off work to look after you...but some days I may have to go out for a couple of hours" he said and I nodded. All in all, today was an odd day.