If Santa had a Son

Chapter 12 - Broken Wrist

Chapter 12

Broken Wrist

Somehow I managed to sneak downstairs and out the front door without my dad noticing. Thank God, otherwise, I don't know what would've happened.

Just as I closed the door behind me Anthony's car sped up, sliding to a stop in front of my grandma's house. Cradling my hurt wrist, I ran down the sidewalk.

Part of me was screaming to back and get Kayla, she didn't need to be in the house when my dad was like that! But she also didn't need to be in a hospital, which is where I was going.

"What happened?" Anthony gasped as I shut the car door. He looked genuinely concerned.

"No..Nothing important, but I think my wrist is broken. Can you take me to the hospital?" I stuttered, biting my bottom lip. The pain was almost unbearable.

He remained silent and nodded, shifting the car into drive. The ride to the hospital was silent and somewhat awkward, making me feel worse.

It was getting dark by that time, so I felt bad to have him out driving. Could I really just not wait for my mom and Mackenzie to get back?

And then it hit me, where were they anyway? Why was my dad home alone and drunk? That was so confusing, but I tried not to dwell on it.

I was occupied by other things, like finding a position that wouldn't hurt my wrist. A big purple ring circled my whole wrist, becoming worse by the minute.

"Were here," Anthony announced, turning off the car. I nodded, attempting to open the door with one hand. Before I could get it open Anthony opened it for me, holding out his hand to help.

I smiled gratefully at him, placing my small hand in his. When I was on my feet he released me, turning instead to lock his car.

There was hardly anyone at the hospital, and yet we were waiting for a good long while. The only other people there was a two-year-old child and his mother, and an elderly couple.

Strange, it seems like those are the only people here every time I'm in a hospital. Which, if you think about it, I'm in a hospital way too often.

"The last time I was in a hospital was less than a week ago." I stated with a small smile, "And it was because I hit you with a car."

He chuckled, "Yeah, I remember." And then we were silent. Why were things awkward? I didn't want it to be like that, I wanted things to be normal.

But what exactly was normal? Was normal acting like best friends even though you had known each other for less than a week?

"Bree Anderson?" A small nurse called.

"Here," I said, standing to follow her. She had thick, blond hair that was piled on top of her head and was wearing way too much makeup.

"Is your boyfriend coming?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I'll wait here," Anthony answered before I could respond. She shrugged and closed the door behind us.

"So why isn't he coming, doesn't this concern him to?" She asked as she stuck another piece of gum in her mouth. I say another because she must have had a thousand in there already.

"What? Oh, no it doesn't" I stuttered. What was she implying? "He's not my boyfriend."

"So your pregnant with his child and he's not your boyfriend? So you're friends with benefits?"

"Wh..What?!" I stuttered, coming to a stop. My heart had almost stopped too. "I'm not pregnant!"

"That's what they all say." She said just before she closed the door in my face. She left me in a small, plain white room.

Pregnant! She really thought I was pregnant! I couldn't believe this. next time I would defiantly wait for Mackenzie.

I could feel my cheeks burning as I sat down on the little stool, careful not to hurt my wrist. I failed miserably as my skin came into contact with the metal armrest, making me hiss in pain.

"What do we have here?" A man asked as he walked into the room. He had black hair and blue eyes; his name tag said Dr. Kooper.

"Hello," I muttered quietly. He came and pulled the chair up beside me.

"And what seems to be wrong?" He placed an arm on my shoulder. "Another pregnant teen?"

"No!' I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. Exactly how many teens got pregnant anyway?! "I think my wrist is broken." Slowly I rolled up my jacket sleeve, revealing my black and blue wrist.

"Ouch, I think we'll take some x-rays, okay?"

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Twenty minutes later I was walking back to Anthony's car, my wrist wrapped in a blue cast. The bone, apparently, had been almost snapped in half.

Gee, thanks, dad.

"So did you really just fall?" Anthony asked as we pulled out of the parking lot. I sighed and nodded, looking out the window. "If you say so." He was making it abundantly clear that he didn't believe me.

"You don't believe me?" I snapped, already knowing the answer. A look of hurt crossed his face, immediately making me feel bad. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap like that.."

"Look Bree, you don't have to tell me what happened. I just know that a bone doesn't snap in half just because you tripped. It just doesn't happen." He placed a hand on my knee and the other on the steering wheel.

"Thanks," I muttered, putting my hand over his, "But I don't want to talk about it."

"I completely understand." We drove in silence for a while, but it wasn't awkward, it was nice. He left his hand on my knee, which seemed to be soothing me. The pain in my wrist was lessening by the second. "How about we go get some dinner?"