The hotel was very quick to organise a taxi to take them to the nearest hospital. As Bianca put on her brace, Marissa couldn't help wishing that they'd brought the wheelchair along, she wasn't sure putting on the metal soled shoe that fitted the brace was doing any favours to her injured toe.

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Marissa wasn't sure what to expect but the hospital waiting room wasn't too dissimilar from the ones back home. The only difference was that Marissa didn't understand a word that anyone was saying. She was spolit in Disneyland where everyone spoke such good English. Now that the only language around her was French she was finding it very confusing.

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Now they had been moved to a cubical Marissa felt lost as she watched her girlfriend explain in fluent French about her injury and her nerve damage, while a nurse briefly examined her toe.

"Is everything okay?" Marissa asked unable to handle the tension any more. She had to know what was being said.

Bianca gave her a grin.

"Well they don't have to cut it off if that is what you're concerned about."

Marissa was too worried to rise to the tease.

"So what are they going to do?" she asked.

"This is just a consult before they bring in a doctor… now stop looking so worried, I'm the one that's hurt." she gave Marissa's hand a reassuring squeeze as she spoke.

"You English?" the nurse asked suddenly.

"American." corrected Marissa.

"I can… um… er… vous apportez..?" said the nurse, struggling a little with the English.

"Bring you…" translated Bianca.

"…bring you a American… um… doctor."

"That would be good." said Marissa. She would like to know what was going on. "Merci." She added, using the tiny bit of French she knew.

As the nurse left, Marissa raised her eyebrows.

"They have an American doctor here… that's' good." she said.

"There is nothing wrong with French doctors." said Bianca, there was an odd look on her face that Marissa couldn't quite read.

"Of course not." said Marissa quickly, "I would just like to know what's going on."

"You don't like being kept out of the loop do you." said Bianca with a knowing grin.

Marissa brought Bianca's hand up to her lips and kissed it.

"Not when it comes to you." she said sincerely.

Suddenly the curtain swished aside and petit, honey blonde doctor walked into the cubical. She looked up from her medical chart and was just about to speak when she froze. At the same time Bianca's grip tightened around Marissa's hand and her whole body tensed.

"You…" stammered the doctor.

Marissa couldn't help but notice that Bianca expression strangely resembled a deer in headlights.

"Maggie!" she gasped, "How… how good to see you!"

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