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Chapter 9 - Uniform? I Don't Think So

Chapter 9 - Uniform? I Don't Think So

(A few hours later)

"Cece! Unique!" Someone shouted. We both turned around to see who it was. It was our mum. Cece ran up to her and they hugged like there was no tomorrow.

I just awkwardly sat there for two reasons. One, I couldn't stand up because of my ankle. Two, I wasn't used to all the 'touchy-feely' stuff with my mum. As in hugging her. 

After Cece and my mum finished hugging, my mum came up to me. She just smiled at me awkwardly, and I looked at my hands. Then I finally spoke.

"Well, this isn't awkward at all," I said sarcastically. My mum rolled her eyes at me and I grinned at her. That's the mum I knew and lo-liked. 

You must be thinking: What kind of daughter doesn't love her mum?

Well, when my dad left, my mum broke apart. She couldn't stand being alone. When my dad was still with us, she was the type of mum who was baking cookies when you came home, who you felt you could tell anything, who always made jokes with you, who was really loving. Hard to believe, right?

But after my dad was gone, she shut everyone out, only focused on her work, and the worst part was, she gave up baking. You see, before my mum became that business woman type of mum, she worked in a cute little bakery shop. Baking was her specialty, and she'd always bring home something for us to taste.

But after the phone call I got from her yesterday, I knew there was still a bit of the old mum in there. Anyway, my mum decided to ask:

"I don't look that messy, do I?" She asked. I took in her appearance. Her hair was up in it' usually ponytail, but it was quite frizzy, just like mine and Cece's. She was wearing some old jeans, trainers and a t-shirt.

She looked like her old self already.

I grinned at her. "No, you look just fine." I told her. She nodded and sat on the chair next to my hospital bed. Cece looked around.

"Where am I gonna sit?" She asked, crossing her arms and pouting, obviously not seeing the other chair next to my bed. 

"I dunno, how about the dirty floor? It looks nice and comfortable with all those bugs walking on it." I drawled, rolling my eyes.

 I was only joking, there were no bugs and the floor was nice and shiny. But Cece believed me and squealed. Then she climbed unto our mum's lap which she never does because my mum always complains that it'll wrinkle her clothes. My mum glared at me and told Cece there were no bugs.

After a while the doctor came in and explained to my mum how I'd fractured the bone in my ankle and that I'd need to wear a cast and use crutches until it healed.

"And how long will that take, Doctor?" My mum asked. 

"Quite a while." He simply said, and walked out of the room. What the heck did he mean by 'quite a while'?! A month, two months? 

"Thanks Doctor that information was really helpful, something we'd expect from someone like you! Oh, and here's a tip: Next time try and tell your patient how long 'quite a while' is!" I shouted after him. He just walked quicker.

"Unique, this is a public hospital, be quiet or else other before will hear you!" She told me. When she looked away I rolled my eyes.

"It's not my fault that doctor can't speak in full sentences." I muttered. 

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A few hours later I walked out of the hospital with my crutches and part of my leg in a cast. Walking with it was harder then it looked.