Forgotten

Chapter nine

"A great goal is like a positive addiction. The goal keeps you focused on what is important."
-A.J. Hoge

Bianca

The joy Bianca was feeling at that moment was unexplainable. Yes, she never liked fighting with her sister but she also never thought they would have a sisterly moment again. At least, not in the near future.

She loves me, she really does love me.

She told herself over and over again, twirling as she existed the bathroom after her shower. Not looking where she was going, Bianca didn't notice the tangle of clothes on the floor and ended up tripping.

"OOWWW!" She screamed out, falling onto the floor.

Her eyes brimmed with tears as her ankle flared up in pain. She couldn't understand what had happened and why the pain from her ankle was steadily increasing. Not hearing the door open, she was surprised when a hand held her shoulder.

"Bianca, what happened? Are you okay? I heard you shout on my way down the stairs," her mom asked, a distraught look on her face.

The pain was too much for Bianca that she didn't even think to be sarcastic. "Mama, it hurts. It hurts so bad." She cried, holding on to her mom.

"Mom what happened? What's going on?" Abby asked as she rushed into the room.

"It looks like she twisted her ankle," she replied, noticing the swollen ankle.

"Make it stop. Please make it stop, Mom."

"I'll go have a quick shower, Mom, then we'll take her to the hospital. Just dress her up, I won't be long."

"Well obviously Abby, I wasn't going to take her in her underwear," their mom snapped, still vexed with her daughter from the night before.

Bianca struggled to her bed with the help of her mom, making sure not to put any pressure on her right ankle. She lay still, hoping minimum movement would reduce the amount of pain she was in.

Abby walked back into the room just as their mom finished dressing Bianca up. Bianca had gotten through the torturous process by squeezing her favorite stuffed sheep. Screaming into it when necessary.

"Come on, CiCi, let's get you to the hospital."

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Bianca was trying to be civil to her mother but she was finding it difficult, seeing as she had driven into every porthole on the road. Causing the pair in the backseat to be knocked about and although her ankle had becoming numb, the constant movement made the pain flair up again. Abby had tried to tell her to drive more carefully but that only seemed to annoy her.

When they got the the hospital, their mom rushed in to get a wheelchair, leaving Bianca and her sister to wait in the car.

"Do you want to tell me how you tripped?" Abby asked her sister, turning to give her her full attention.

Bianca didn't want her sister to think she was childish, so she cut the story short, "I just wasn't looking where I was going, plus I forgot about the clothes on the floor."

Before Abby could find a loophole, the door behind her opened, causing her to almost fall out.

"Abigail, how many times should I tell you not to lean on the car door?" Her mom said, clearly irritated. "Help your sister onto to wheelchair please, the doctor is waiting for us."