“Thanks for this. I’m sure you had better ways of spending your Saturday night,” I said dryly, as I leaned on her. She laughed, and I couldn’t help smiling like I always did when she laughed.
“I was planning on spending it with you, anyway, dipshit,” She giggled, kissing my cheek. I grinned. Kella was an awesome friend.
After an almost three hour wait in emergency, during which I almost walked out three times (but was stopped by an insistent Kella), I was finally seen by a doctor.
“That’s definitely broken,” He said after a quick look at my foot.
Whatever happened to X-rays? How the hell could he tell it was broken?
“I’ll order an x-ray to confirm, then we will plaster you up and have you on your way.”
Hold up, plaster? Who said anything about plaster? There was no way in hell I was going to be hobbling around campus with a plastered foot. I wanted to be inconspicuous; blend in, not stand out!
I may as well wear a sign that read ‘Uncoordinated idiot, steer clear’.
And then there was Dane. I groaned inwardly. As soon as he saw me on crutches, he’d know. I could almost picture his smirk. And those sexy piercing eyes, and his smile…
“Look, I’m feeling much better already. I think I’ll just be going,” I snapped back to reality, and started getting off the trolley, only to be pushed back onto it by a pissed off looking Kella.
“Hey, sit your ass back down and do what the doctor says,” She growled.
The doctor, who understandably looked more than a little bit terrified of Kella, nodded in agreement and left the room.
“Kella!” I wailed, “I can’t be hobbling around campus on crutches!”
“What are you, twelve? This is college, Lily. Nobody gives a shit!” Kella barked. I looked at her and started laughing. God I loved her and her no bullshit attitude.
At only five foot, s
he was a tiny little thing. That paired with her tumbling curly dark hair and brown eyes, looking at her you’d think she was a dainty little princess. Not Kella. Growing up with five brothers, she could swear and drink half the frat boys at Fairhaven College under the table.
Another three hours and we finally arrived home, me, complete with my plastered foot and crutches. And a lot of attitude.
“I’m not using these on Monday,” I grumbled, hobbling my way to the couch.
“Yes you fucking will be, and every day for the next three weeks. You heard the doctor, Lil. You want to end up with a deformed foot?” she demanded. I rolled my eyes at her dramatics.
“You want me to call your mom?” She asked sweetly, completely changing her approach, knowing that would make me oblige. I was going to tell mom, but not yet. I didn’t want her worrying, and breaking my toe on my first day away was not a good look.
“Fine. You win,” I growled, grabbing the TV remote off the arm of the chair. The pain killers were starting to wear off, “Actually, I think I might go to bed, Kel. I’m pretty tired.” Kella looked like she wanted to argue, then smiled.
“Okay, Lil. Sleep well,” She called out to me.
I glanced around my room, thankful Kella had set up the bed. Everything else was boxed up still. I peeled off my clothes, and took two of the painkillers the doctor had given me. My foot still ached like crazy, though the support of the cast did seem to help. As did the drugs.
I climbed under the covers, glad it wasn’t an overly cold night. My pajamas were still boxed away, so I was sleeping in my underwear. It had been such a long day, it was only minutes before I fell asleep.
Chapter Three
“You broke your toe,” Abby giggled, looking at my plastered foot.
“More to the point, Abs, a very attractive boy who may or may not be a druggy rapist broke my toe,” I grinned in spite of myself. Abby laughed again.
I loved hearing her laugh. That was probably one of the things I missed most. Her laugh. She could find humor in almost any situation, right up until her death.
“Lil, he’s not a bad guy. Just trust your gut,” Abby smiled at me. I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. Was she saying all the rumors weren’t true? I was about to ask her when I felt my arm being pulled…
“Lil.”