Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 52

(Caroline's POV)

I was in practice with Phillip when for a split second, my mind wasn't on track, and I turned wrong, and it was like someone wiped my legs out from under me. He tried to catch me before I hit the ground but I landed hard. "Are you okay?" he asks and I try to get up but I couldn't when I bent at the waist, excruciating pain shot through my hip. "Ow." I say wide eyed and he puts me back down. "I'll get the ice." he sighs and I lay my back on the wood floor and cover my forehead. The aching pain didn't bother me. I mean, it hurt.... extremely bad. But, I had other things on my mind. I was dead. It's been another week. 

I gimped over to the bench and sat, pulling my shoe off wincing multiple times and biting my wrist with a squeal at the pain in my hip. . I tore something. 

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He helped me around the house for the next day but the stairs weren't in my favor, and I was always trying to move which made his life more difficult. He was on his lap top for a long time, which wasn't like him. I didn't know what he was doing. He was on the phone with someone for a while too. He drove me to the doctor the next day after. 

"You tore this ligament in your hip, and you've manage to strain your meniscus, Miss. Richards." he says pointing to something on the x ray. "Is it fixable?" Phillip asks, rubbing his forehead. I felt bad for him. He just needs a decent partner. He's a very gifted dancer and instructor. He can't seem to get a break. But then again, why did he pick me? 

"Yes, but it will take quite some time. Definitely won't be dancing again for a few months." he says and I sigh. Not sure what to do. "Of course." I mutter. 

"And she'll be on crutches for a while too. No bending. Limit it as much as possible. I'll have to prescribe some pain meds for a little bit. But keep your weight off that side." he says and I look at Phillip, who stared at the ground. "I'm sorry, Phillip. I say, my eyes starting to sting. This was supposed to be the one thing I do for myself. I felt like I was good at it. Phillip has been super kind to me. 

"Well, then I guess I'll have to start working with my sister again. I was kinda liking working with someone else for a change." he says quietly and I let my shoulders sink. 

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I hated these damn crutches already. And I haven't even gotten through the door. They hurt my arm pits. "Phillip, I'm sorry. Please don't be upset with me." I say as he walked into the kitchen. I stayed by the table cause I felt like weaker with crutches. I'm disabled now... great. 

He grabbed a piece of paper in and walked back up to me. "I know you and Harry have been in rough shape. I know it's bothering you. So here." he says unaffected and I confused, take the paper in his hand realize it's a plane ticket. One way. "Phillip-"  

"You need to go to him." he half smiles. "Phillip, I can't accept this from you. You shouldn't have did that." I say and he shrugs. "Have you heard anything on media?" he asks and I shake my head. 

"I really haven't been on the internet that much for..." I think about it. Since Harry first kidnapped me actually. "A while." 

"He had an overdose scare, his attempt in suicide. Ed hasn't told you?" he asks and I shake my head, now very worried. Suicide? "When was this?" I ask shaking my head. "Two days ago. I thought you knew." he says and I shake my head. "No!" I say and he pushes the ticket to my stomach. "Go, and stay with him. Help him finish the tour. He needs you more than I do at this point. You need to heal and he needs help. Perfect timing for an injury." he half chuckles.