𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑─𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐫

51.

"Surgery?" I gasped looking from my mom to the doctor.

Doctor Kalder nodded, motioning towards the X Ray, "You have 3 different breaks in your hand, this is one of the worst breaks I've seen in awhile."

Liam, who was beside me, winced as he looked at the X Ray, "Is surgery the only option?" he asked.

"I'm afraid so. It is a fairly complex surgery due to the various nerves that can be nicked. If something goes wrong Sydney could lose use of her hand." Dr. Kalder explained.

I gasped at the mention of me losing the use of my hand, I needed my hand.

"Dr. Kalder is the best orthopaedic surgeon this hospital has. You'll be fine Syd." my mom soothed.

"May I ask how this happened?" Dr. Kalder asked looking up from some notes he was taking. I looked at Liam and he gave me a surprised look.

Liam and I spoke simultaneously.

"Car door."

"I fell." 

When our stories didn't line up, we tried again. 

"She fell."

"Car door." 

Our heads shot towards each other as we realized we weren't great at lying. "I fell into a car door." I said, scrunching my face up as I realized that made literally zero sense.

Dr. Kalder gave me an unconvinced look before looking back down at my chart, "Okay Sydney, I have an opening tomorrow at 9am."

"Tomorrow?" I asked in shock.

He nodded, "Does that work."

"Yeah, that's perfect." I mumbled, my mom giving me a small smile.

"Okay, you know not to eat or drink anything after 12am, correct?"

I nodded and looked down at my feet, this wasn't going to be good considering now I'd be missing at least a few days of school.

"Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow then." he said giving me a reassuring smile.

"Thank you Dr. Kalder." my mom called as he left the room.

"Now," she announced, turning to look at Liam and I "Does one of you want to tell me what really happened?"

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"Do you want another pillow?"

"No"

"Do you want a drink?"

"No."

"Do you want-"

"Liam! I'm fine."

He slumped back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest.

"You should go with Scott, he needs your help." I pointed out, flipping through the channels on the hospital television. 

"I don't want to leave you." he announced softly.

I scoffed before sending him a small smile, "I'm pretty sure finding the Beast is more important than this." I said, holding up my casted hand.

I had my surgery this morning and ever since then Liam refused to leave my side, no matter how many times I told him I was fine.

He sighed as he had a mental battle with himself. "Liam just go, I'll be fine. Besides, I'm allowed to go home any minute now."

"Well how about I just wait until your mom gets back." he offered.

I gave him a smile, "Fine."

Another five minutes passed my mom came waltzing into the room, a wheelchair in tow. "Let's get you out of here." she smiled.