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Chapter 8: Dr. Cullen
(by Marissa, added on 30 March 2014 04:32 AM)


I lay on the hospital bed, fighting back tears from the pain of my ankle.

"Sarah." Beth said from beside me. "Sarah, I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize." I said. "It's ok. You didn't do anything. Accidents happen."

"Sarah." Mom said, her voice coming closer as she spoke, "how are you feeling?"

"My ankle really hurts." I said.

Mom patted my hand gently. "I know baby girl." she said soothingly. "I'm going to go get a doctor."

"But you're a nurse." I said.

"Yes," Mom said, "but doctors are the ones who give the final word. I'll be back, Dear. Just hang in there."

"Sarah." Beth said.

"Beth." I said, looking in the direction of her voice, "do me a favor? Shut up. It's not your fault. It's ok. I promise. No one is blaming you."

After a few minutes of silence, Beth said, "You're mom's coming with a doctor now."

"Good." I said, gritting my teeth with pain.

"Sarah," Mom said, now beside me again, "this is Dr. Cullen."

"Hello Sarah." a pleasant voice said. "How does your ankle feel? I heard you twisted it pretty badly."

"Yes." I said. "I slipped on a rock."

"Ahh." Dr. Cullen said. "Sounds... painful." I couldn't help but smile. "I'm going to need to examine your ankle. This may hurt."

Cool hands gently lifted my ankle up and starded to probe it lightly. Dr. Cullen was right, it hurt. I winced a few times, but it wasn't so bad. He touched a certain spot and I flinched involuntarily.

"Sorry." Dr. Cullen said gently, setting my ankle back down. "I think we found the spraine."

I wimpered and Dr. Cullen patted my arm gently. "It will be all right." he said gently. "Once we get you fitted with a cast and crutches, you'll be good to go."

It didn't take long for Dr. Cullen to put a cast on my ankle and fit me with a pair of crutches. I didn't know how to use them yet, so was allowed to leave the hospital in a wheelchair.

I knew the next few months were going to be horid and unpleasant. I knew I would just have to deal with it, so gritted my teeth and smiled weakly.

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