"Good afternoon Micah", smiled a man in a white coat making it very obvious, that he was a doctor. I scowled without replying while thinking in my head what a fool he was- there was nothing good about this morning. "My name's Doctor Andrews" I'm pretty sure I don't recall asking what his name was.
My thoughts must have shown on my face because, he smiled at me kindly, showing his dimples and making him look -as clichéd as it sounds- ten years younger. I couldn't stop myself from smiling back at him. As he saw me smile his smile widened until it seemed his face would split in half.
"Now, you're probably wondering what you're doing here in hospital." I arched one of my eyebrows- something I remembered, trying to perfect a while back-in a "no shit, Sherlock". He simply smiled at me again and sympathetically said it.
"You were a victim of a drunk driving accident about three weeks ago. Your car was crumpled at the front, caging you in and crushing your legs. When you got to hospital nothing could be done. You had suffered a very serious spinal cord injury causing you to be paralysed from the waist down. The right word is paraplegia but, I think it's a bit too much to say so let's just say paralysed."
He delivered the words and watched as a whole fleet of emotions danced across my face. All through, the confusion tumbling through my mind, the two most prominent thoughts were; "He could be an actor" and "NO! NO! NO!" I commanded my legs to move -to try and prove him wrong -just a little wiggle, but nothing happened. Through all the commotion I heard him say the words "I'm sorry Micah"
As soon as he said those words, I could feel the tears running down my face relentlessly no doubt making me more vulnerable than I was. I tried in vain to stop them but it made no difference.
The doctor, Doctor Andrews? Pulled over a chair and sat near my bed. He simply sat there with a look of understanding in his eyes, not judging me but simply offering me strength and silent support by sitting there.
I was more grateful than I thought I would be. Eventually, the tears stopped running down my face and I sniffled loudly, the noise of a nose full to bursting with snot making me cringe with embarrassment as I remembered I had company- a very hot looking doctor.
I looked at him from the corner of my eye, and he smiled at me with a twinkle in his eye, making me feel at ease as he stretched his hand forward. I looked down at it and it carried a tissue bordered with cherries. He saw me looking and smiled wider saying "My daughter loves cherries, so everything in our house is always somehow festooned with cherries".
A laugh escaped from my lips, shocking me. He laughed along with me though and as I laughed some of the weights on my shoulders were lifted away, leaving me with smaller baggage.
A man dressed in a grey well cut pinstriped suit walked in with a woman in a nude and white panelled bodycon dress on his arm.
They stopped short at the end of my bed and looked everywhere besides me. Doctor Andrews sat up and smiled at them, extending his arm to first the man then the woman.
They both shook his hand and the woman offered a small smile at him, which he returned.
Doctor Andrews asked them if he could speak to them outside and the man went leaving the woman standing there awkwardly and still looking anywhere but at me. I heard the muffled voice of Doctor Andrews telling the man that he had told me of my current situation but had waited for them to return so that they could continue. I didn't hear the man's reply as at that moment the woman made a small kitten like sound causing my head to turn towards her.
She lifted her peroxide blonde donned head, and held my curious gaze with her tortured azure blue ones. Her eyes widened at something she saw in mine and she hurried round the bed to me, tears streaming down her face and held me all the while mumbling "Oh, my baby, my poor, poor baby".
She was being so melodramatic but her sorrow and pain and sadness seemed genuine, which struck me somehow and once again opened up my tear ducts, making way for the tears to freefall down my face once again.
The tears kept on falling for the duration of Doctor Andrews 'brief talk' with the man. In time she let go and sat on my bed near my legs. She attempted to smile and made a joke about what a state she must look. It was a bad one but still it made me smile, which made her smile. She reached out her hand and wiped my tears away, - her hand lingering over my cheeks and rubbing soft circles over them.
I unconsciously leaned into her and she pulled my head into her. Stroking my hair and murmuring to me that everything would be alright. That no-one was ever going to hurt me again.
At that instant we heard a voice deliver a prominent 'NO!' that reverberated across my room and caused us to move apart, both of our eyes wide in shock and fear.
The man thundered through the door almost taking it off its hinges and stood in the same spot the woman had been in previously, looking down at me with anger in his eyes and... and blame? He blinked and a brief veil of red hate lingered in his eyes before he once again blinked, erasing all emotions from his face, leaving behind, a blank hard mask filled with coldness as he looked at me.
He moved his gaze unto the woman and seemed to command something of her because she immediately dropped her eyes, wiped her hands over her face and looked sideways at me to mouth "I love you" before giving me a small smile and standing up. She walked over to the man and he took her hand in his and led her out of the room.
|India Eisley||as Micah Noelle|
|Brandon T Jackson||as Joshua Kai Lawrence|
|Austin Butler||as Beau Austin|