Emily's POV
Connor walks into the emergency room with me on his back. He sets me down in a chair before going up to the desk to check us in. I notice some people stare at me, so I just blush and hide behind a magazine.
"Okay, so I just looked at some of the questions on this paper that needs to be filled out, and I'm not comfortable with asking you them, so can you please fill it out?" he asks.
I take the clipboard and pen from him, reading over some of the questions, and quite frankly, I'm a little uncomfortable with answering them. I answer them anyways and give the clipboard to him. He brings it up to the desk before sitting back down next to me. I bounce my good leg up and down, but Connor's warm hand rests on my knee, causing me to calm down.
"Not a big fan of doctors?" he asks. I shake my head. He pats my leg before taking my hand.
"Don't worry, I'll be here the whole time," he says. I smile, and he squeezes my hand to comfort me.
After about a half hour, they finally call me. Connor picks me up piggyback style, even when they offer a wheelchair. I wrap my arms around his neck a little tight, but still comfortable enough for him. He puts his arms under my legs to support them, and we follow the nurse to an empty room.
"The doctor will be with you in just a second," she says, and she gives us a fake smile before leaving us.
"So why do you hate doctors?" Connor asks, fiddling with the curtain.
"It's not that I hate doctors in general. I just don't like going to the doctor's office, and I've only been in the hospital one other time," I explain, reffering to when I was being treated for my burns.
"Hello, my name is Dr. Chase. You must be Emily Woodhams," she says, pronouncing it wrong.
"It's pronounced 'Woodums,'" I correct.
"My apologies. Let's take a look at your ankle before we do anything like x-rays," she says. I slowly take of the cleat, sock, then shin guard, and she examines it.
"We'll take some x-rays, and then we will know whether you need a cast or just some wrap," she says.
She prepares me for the x-ray after she requested for the machine next. When we take them, Connor holds my hand. I like the feeling I get from it.
"Connor, I'm really scared," I confess when the doctor leaves the room to check on the other patients while the x-rays develop.
"Why are you scared?" he asks, kneeling in front of me.
"What if she broke my ankle? The new season starts in a few weeks, and I can't be out because of a broken ankle. I'll have to let the bone get stronger before I play. That could take months," I rush, thinking about when Rory broke his arm. It took three months for the bone to get stronger after the cast came off, so he couldn't go long boarding or drum for that time.
"Hey, you'll be fine. If that happens, I'll be there with chocolate ice cream and movies, and we can stay up all night watching whatever movies you want," he says. He stands up, puts an arm around my neck, and kisses the top of my head.
Connor's POV
When she said that she was scared, it broke my heart. I knew that she meant it. The same happened a couple of years ago to me, and I thought that I wouldnr be playing lacrosse for another year. Knowing that she feels like this makes me feel bad.
"Alright, so you don't have a break or fracture. It's just badly sprained. Use crutches for a week, and then just be careful after. Come back to see how the healing process is. Make an appointment at the desk, and take this pain medication," she says, filling out a prescription form. She hands me the paper and turns to Emily.
