"Sometime things scare us, but we find new ways to cope." ~ Minnie Mouse
"Honey, rate the pain from 1-10," Mrs. Goodman told me, kneeling down next to me and poking at my knee. She's been here for maybe two minutes now and the only thing that's happened is that Charlie explained to her everything that happened. She is a nice lady, though. She's also very pretty.
"Eight," I said softly, wiping the tears off my cheeks. Everybody except for Sadie, Liv, and Charlie are standing on the other side of the street now, away from us. Sadie, Liv, and Charlie were all kneeling next to me with Dr. Goodman. I don't really know if I'm supposed to call her Mrs. Goodman or Dr. Goodman so I kind of just call her both.
"What is wrong with your knee?" She asked.
"I-I don't know," I stuttered.
"What's been wrong with it in the past?"
"I've had five... or six surgeries on it." I explained.
"Was it six or five?" She clarified.
"Six," I decided, barely confident of my decision. Everything felt foggy so it's not my fault that I couldn't get an easy answer.
"It was five," Liv informed her.
"It was definitely six," I countered.
"It was five," Liv repeated.
"I think I would know better than you," I sighed.
"You stayed in the hospital for one week for five times after the failed surgeries. Then you were there for over a month after the accident. You complained and yelled at me 24/7 for all of those hospital stays. I remember," She said.
"Okay, Emily," Mrs. Goodman said. "We're gonna have you stand now, alright?"
"Okay," I nodded.
"Charlie, grab her other arm." She ordered. Mrs. Goodman grasped my right arm while Charlie held onto my left. "One, two, three, up!" They pulled me to my feet and I shakily regained my balance.
"Emily, you can put your left leg down." She told me. My left knee was the messed up one, and I could barely feel that whole leg right now.
I tried placing my leg down, even though I didn't even know it was up. I pushed at it and pushed and it would not go down. It must be on the ground by now. "It is?" I replied.
"Are you sure?" She asked. Liv looked at Mrs. Goodman with worry covering her expression. That clearly meant that my leg hasn't moved and something was wrong.
I nodded and Mrs. Goodman sighed and pulled out her phone.
"Hello, this is Doctor Elise Goodman." She greeted the person on the other side of the phone.
"I'm doing okay, thank you. But, I need an ambulance. We're on Chapman Street, in front of house number 76. Rush an ambulance here, now." She ordered.
"What's going on?" I asked quietly.
"We have to bring you into surgery. I think there may be some bleeding around the socket, but it's hard to tell at the moment," She explained. I nodded, but I was actually very nervous. I've had a number of surgeries before, but none of them have actually been successful, so I have the right to be nervous.
A minute later, the ambulance arrived. The paramedics rolled out a stretched and strapped me onto it, ignoring the fact that I begged them to let me just sit on it instead of being strapped on. Mrs. Goodman helped them roll me back into the vehicle and she came inside with them.
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Eighteen year old Emily Shepherd is from Daytona Beach, Florida. She's lived there her whole life, but now she only lives there with her mom and her sister. Emily's parents are divorced, and her father lives across the state in Naples, Florida. A...