Still
Breathing
chapter
7
A shiver went down my spine as I walked slowly into the hospital
shakily I walked up to the front desk.
“My shoulder was hurt in
football,” I stuttered.
“Ok fill this out then well take
you back and look at it,” She handed me a clip board and
paper.
“Thank you,” I faked a
convincing smile!
Soon after I was taken into a room I sat
down on a bed and a man in a white coat came
in.
“I’m doctor Frasier,”
He held out his hand!
“I’m Char,” I shook his
hand.
“So what happened to your
shoulder?” He asked sitting down in a
chair.
“I was playing football a few days
ago,” I frowned.
“Okay let’s take a
look!”
He pulled my sleeve off my shoulder and
began to look at it bending my arm asking if it hurt, he then
stared at it while writing something on a
paper.
“I don’t think it’s a
break, though it’s swelling like one, so we’ll get an
x-ray!” Her smiled and handed me a paper, “Just go to
the x-ray room down the hall.”
The paper had a scribble on it about
giving me an x-ray, so I walked to the room down the hall and
handed a woman the paper. She took some x-rays thankfully I had a
long sleeve shirt on covering my scars! The x-ray was followed by
a lot of waiting, after a while the doctor came in
again.
“It looks like a fracture,
you’re young so it will heal quickly but we should cast
it,” He smiled.
“Ok,” I nervously
smiled.
“So explain how this
happened.” He began the cast.
“I don’t exactly know we were
playing a rough game of football and after I realized it hurt
really badly, I thought it was just a bruise but after a couple
of days I got worried.” I lied smoothly!
“Ok,” He smiled all done,
“luckily I don’t think you’ll have to get it
set.”
I smiled,
“great!”
“So you’ll follow up on the
bone with a bone doctor!”
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I got home later and sat on the couch my
dad arrived soon after with a furious face.
“You’re coming to live with
me until you heal your mom doesn’t want to take care of a
“handicap” that is how she put
it.”
I felt relief flush over me; it was over,
until I heal! The horrible part it only took me 3 weeks to heal.
I walked into my house shakily after living with my dad for three
weeks healing.
“Mom I’m home,” I
walked into the living room to see her, I looked into her eyes,
they were filled with hate, she was drunk, drunk and
violent.
Sorry I know its a rushed
chaper I just was bored with the shoulder and wanted to end
the severity of it and get a fresh start with her mom! And
nothing happened with that boy? hmmmm!
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JuliaMae · 1 decade ago
the story is amazi g like really amazing
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