Chapter 2

I ran over to him. He was lying on the side of the road and the car had driven away. I never got a glance of who it was. I took his pulse; it was weak. He had small cuts on his head but they were bleeding heavily. I took off my sweater and wrapped it around his head, hoping it would stop the bleeding. Quickly I called Mrs. H and she said she would be here quickly. As I started to take vitals and check for severe injuries I felt like my hands were moving without me having to think about it. Mrs. H got there in minutes and we took him back to the office. When we got him into the examination room he started to regain consciences. Let me rephrase that, he woke up and yelled.

"What happened?" His voice was low and I could tell it was hard to breath from the pain.

"You got hit by a car…George, where is the pain?"

"My shoulder." His breathe was heavy but as he spoke it was like he was out of breath. I examined his left shoulder, the one he pointed to.

"Good news, it's just dislocated."

"Just?"

"Yeah, the painful part is putting it back in, so I'm going to give you some morphine." I say as I insert he needle."

"Ow!" George yells. I walk to the other side of the table and maneuver his arm and push it up. He yells even more now.

"Aren't you supposed to wait for the morphine to kick in or something?" I giggle a little and start to bandage the cuts on his forehead. He starts to calm down and quiet down as I quietly work.

"So what were you doing out so late?"

"I was running!" I can tell the morphine is starting to kick in.

"Yeah? Do you do that every day at 1 in the morning?"

"Yep!"

"Yep what?"

"What was the question." This makes me laugh. Normally patients don't react to morphine like this. It's quiet a little bit longer. Mrs. H brings in a few papers that I'm supposed to fill out before George leaves, but I don't think he'll be leaving anytime soon. Before she goes out the door George looks at me.

"You're really pretty! Isn't she really pretty?" he looked over to Mrs. H who was just smiling. My mouth was open and I wasn't sure what to say. Then Mrs. H looked at me and smiled.

"Yes, she is," and walked out. Well this is awkward, I couldn't help but think. That's when a girl with blonde hair ran into the room and looked like she had been crying. She was wearing a fluffy dress with floral patterns.

"Oh, George, are you ok!" She ran over to him, I'm guessing it's his sister or something.

"Why would you ask that, mom?" She looked up at me confused.

"It's…the morphine…he'll come off of it in a few hours." She smiles at me quickly, but not exactly a friendly smile. He looks at me and points at my face.

"Thank you!" he says while shaking his finer in my face. "You saved my laugh…I mean life…" he shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. Then a moment later he looks at both of us with his eyes wide open.

"Guess what!" I look at the girl, who I am guessing is his sister, and then we look back at George.

"W-what?" I say, a little afraid of what he's going to say.

"A puppy licked my hand the other day!" He holds up his hand and puts it in the girls face and then mine. "Right there!" I can't help but giggle and then I see the girls face and she seems really worried.

"I promise, there is nothing wrong with him, it really is just the morphine."

"Uh, huh," Is all she says and then looks back at him. "I'm Lemon by the way…" She shakes my hand hesitantly. She pulls up a chair and sits down next to him. She holds his hand and I think it's a little weird if she is his sister, then I realize she isn't. She kisses him, on the lips. And then I see the huge diamond on her boney little Alabama raised finger. DA…NGIT. Nope…she is not his sister! Why do I always fall for the taken ones? UGH!

"I'll leave you two alone." I slightly smile and head for the door which I feel like banging my head against.

"Wait!" George says and looks at Lemon like it's really important. We both stare at him and Lemon is looking annoyed. "I forgot what I was going to say…" He looks at me and then Lemon seriously. I just laugh and walk out of the door. I look around and try to decide what to do considering I can't leave. I sit down on the overstuffed couch in the "waiting room" and pull out my phone. I'm hoping, praying actually, that there is wifi here.

Nope, none of that either! I throw my head back and it hits the wall. Ouch. I take a pillow and stuff my face in it and scream and yell. I really thought that life in Alabama, a small town, would be simpler and less dramatic, but really, it's more so than in New York. Stupid me, how could I think that? I heard the door open and quickly looked up from throwing my temper tantrum. An older man is walking down the hallway.

"And who are you?" he says.

"Who are you?" I say back.

"I asked you first."

"What are you like 5?" he just looks at me and raises his eyebrows. "I'm the new doctor in town." His face changes from a look of confusion to practically horror. He walks toward the door and I stand up in his way.

"Hey, I told you who I was…it's your turn."

"I'm Brick."

"Breeland? Awesome…" I whisper.

"George is my daughters fiancé."

"I kind of figured." He stomps past me and rushes in the examination room. I get my sweater and bag and head for home. I'm walking along the street which has absolutely no cars. I guess no one goes out after 11 in Blue Bell. Unless you are going for a jog, of course. A car pulls up beside me and I immediately know that it is Wade. He's the only person that would be out at this time and not at the bar.

"Need a ride home?"

"No. Last time I did that I regretted it."

"What does that mean?"

"…nevermind."

"Come on, we live like 2 minutes from each other. You know I'm not going to kill you or something." I abruptly stop and get in the car. I really don't feel like walking anymore and the only reason I said no is because I'm mad at George. He stops at his driveway.

"You wanna hang out for a while?" Of course he wants to hang out or whatever it is that Wade does at 1 in the morning.

"No. I have to work tomorrow, and even if I didn't the answer would still be no." I get out there considering my driveway is about 100 ft long.

"Oh, come on doc." I don't answer and continue walking to my house, or whatever it is. I eat a couple Ho Ho's and get into bed. What beautiful, beautiful day! Said sarcastically.

Hope you guys like this chapter. Sorry it took so long! I will try to update more often, but with school it's really hard. Please read and review! With cherries on top!