Fate

Chapter 21

~~~Selena's POV~~~

It's been several weeks since the accident, James still hasn't filled me in on what happened and my mother refuses to talk about it, so I'm guessing it must be pretty bad for everyone to just muster up the courage to conveniently forget about whatever happened. My doctor. Yes the hot one, has had several checkups with me in the past couple of weeks making sure I'm recovering and everything is healing like it's supposed to, so far everything is going good and no I haven't thrown myself down any stairs or accidentally fell out a window to wind up seeing him again, turns out he became my regular doctor for my injuries so now when I schedule a new appointment at the hospital I come in to see him unless for some reason he is away then it goes to someone else who is good in that specific field, since he's the closest doctor in the area that deals with my type of injuries my mother forces me to go to him, I actually understand I wouldn't travel over 200 miles out of my way just to go see another doctor in the same profession when the one here has the same degrees the other one does.

On the downside I haven't been able to remember the accident, I have dreamed of just seconds before the car hit me I can see the flash of lights and hear the honking of a horn but then I always wake up. It's rather odd in my opinion I should be able to remember but my doctor carries on about how it's a ongoing process into recovery and blah blah blah I really don't hear a word he says after recovery, I'm usually too busy gawking at his eccentric features.

My doctor was a little concerned about my flashback the other day, I was carrying dishes from the dishwasher and putting them into the cabinets since they were clean then I heard a horn honk and I flashed back to the accident, all I could see was headlights and the sound of the dish I was holding breaking on the ground snapped me out of it my mother came rushing to the kitchen immediately, I reluctantly told her what happened and as I had predicted she called my doctor and scheduled me an appointment for that same day, just a couple of hours later and I was being drove to the doctors again I tried to talk my mom out of it but she was persistent on making sure everything was okay. And that's exactly the reason I didn't want to tell her what had happened.

Upon arriving at the doctors office Dr. Sanders my doctor was out of town that day so they had another doctor give me a check up, he shined a flashlight in my eyes on more than one occasion; actually as soon as I told him what happened he whipped out his flashlight and shined it in my eyes so fast I almost got whiplash, I had half a mind to grab his flashlight and shine it in his eyes because even after he had finished my checkup and was telling my mother what had happened, he still had his flashlight on and talking with it waving around and he was waving it in my general direction, he finally realized what he was doing and blushed a bright shade of tomato red then turned the flashlight off and stuck it back into his pocket. He said and I quote "You could have post traumatic stress it sure seems like it." Then he mumbled something about a concussion and a few other things that it could be making me face-palm myself because clearly he didn't know exactly what it was, then a few minutes later he wrote it off as just a phase I could be going through because of the accident, I frowned and walked out of the room not wanting to hear what my substitute doctor had to say.

I get my stupid leg cast off tomorrow so I wont have to walk on these god forsaken crutches, how the heck do people walk with these! I get it taken off after school thankfully. The first time I actually tried without the help of James carrying me without even giving me a chance, I fell over more than twenty times before I ended up walking more than one step with the crutches, I even threw them down once out of anger and attempted to just limp to my destination a few days after I got signed out of the hospital I had to go back and I hopped in until the nurse lectured me for twenty minutes maybe more about how I could damage the nerves in my foot or something like that she kept changing the subject so it seemed to me like she way lying. By the end of the first week I had tried crawling without crutches of course, limping, hopping, wheel-charing myself around which resulted in me almost falling down a flight of stairs further damaging myself, just about everything I could think of I have tried to get me away from these accident prone crutches, James teases me and takes and moves them when he doesn't get his way like the other day he wanted a slice of my pizza and I refused and he got up with my crutches saying "I guess you aren't going to be going into the house anytime soon" I lasted a good hour until I gave up and gave him my last piece of pizza. That little shit blackmailed me...