Treat You Better

Chapter Nineteen: The Cast.

Chapter Nineteen: The Cast.

Ever woke up to realize you were crying in your sleep?
Just letting you know that whatever it is that makes you cry in your sleep has to be freaking terrible.

In my case, it was my arm. It hurt so bad, I couldn't even begin to comprehend how terrible it was.

I was sobbing before I even opened my eyes. And when I opened them, I saw the last people I ever wanted to see.

"Violet, you're awake." Hale said softly and stood up from the seat near the bed.

"Call the doctor, Hans." Franca said from behind him, looking down at her phone.

A tear slipped down my face and I tried to raise my right arm to wipe it away but I couldn't, first of all the pain was on another level and secondly, my lower arm was stuck in a cast, elevated.

I was in a hospital.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Hale continued and tried to touch my face but I instantly jerked away from him before I realized.

I didn't look at him, I just kept staring at my arm. I broke my arm.
He didn't attempt to touch me again.

"Don't fuss over her, Hale, people break their bones more often than you know, she's not special." Franca said dryly.

I felt weird. Normally I would feel a kind of anger or fear or sadness over her words but at the moment I couldn't feel anything. Except for the pain in my arm.

"If you had just listened, this would not have happened to you," Franca came to the bedside and pat my hair. "What a waste, but I don't need you anymore, Hale, let's go."

"B-but Mom, she's my girlfriend." Hale said.

Franca sighed and paused at the open door. "Of what use is a girl with a broken arm? You'll find someone else and don't worry, even your cousin won't want anything to do with her."

Hale thought about this for a while, and from my side vision, I saw him studying me with brown eyes before realizing his mother was right and following her out.

They passed by Dad and the doctor who spoke briefly with them before coming to see me.

"You're finally awake," Dad sighed, coming to sit on the chair near my bed. "Are you alright? I- I mean besides the obvious, how do you feel?"

I couldn't even answer him. But he didn't stop asking questions.

"How did it happen? How did you manage to fall down the stairs, Violet? Why aren't you saying anything? Should I call your friends....?"

"Mr. Adams, I think your daughter may be currently overwhelmed." The doctor said.

"Oh, that makes sense..." Dad said, "I'll be quiet."

The doctor went on to check my arm, asking yes or no questions.
Does it hurt? Yes it would hurt for a while but the pain would subside later.
Can you move your fingers? Yes? That's a good sign.

I nodded and shook my head as best as I could. Besides that, it was just a blur.

There was food, I don't know what it was, can't remember how it tasted. It was like I'd taken a backseat in my mind and I'd set my body on autopilot.

They put my arm in a sling, more pain. I downed some painkillers. Sleep. I was home. More tasteless food, more medicine, Dad fussing.
Still auto pilot.

Then Moo came from nowhere and landed in my lap, purring loudly as she repeatedly nudged at my face with her nose and fuzzy face.