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INTERESTING STORY
Embarrassment was riding higher than the pain in her left hand the next afternoon.
Between the cause for the ER visit, to the words she’d spoken to the Dr. Mills brothers.
Laine thought she was over the wheelchair panic but guess she wasn’t.
She didn’t want them to think she was some weirdo...well, more than the one they assumed based on her reason for being there.
Then she saw the sympathy in their eyes and that might have been worse.
That was one thing she never wanted in her life either. Her father made sure he didn’t tolerate it and she wasn’t going to.
When she noticed it was two, she decided to call her parents. She talked to them weekly. Texts could be daily at times depending on what was going on, but on Sundays they both made time to talk. It could be five minutes to an hour. No one cared and she wouldn’t give it up since her father missed so much in her life.
She decided to call him first.
He answered on the second ring. Sunday was the day he made time for things...like his daughter. But she was positive he was working.
“Hi, Dad,” she said.
“How is my girl doing?” her father asked.
This was where she’d be honest. No reason to lie or hide something so silly. He’d get a good laugh out of her dance moves, she was positive.
“Well,” she said. “Let me send you a picture.”
“Can’t wait to see this,” her father said.
It was usually a picture of something fun or a piece of art she’d created. Pottery she’d made and painted. She did all sorts of things and sold them. Her art was her moneymaker. The studio on Amore Island was where she got to have fun with her craft more than anything. She made enough to pay the bills on the place and that was all she was looking for when she opened it.
“What do you think?” she asked when the picture went through.
“I think there might be an interesting story to follow.”
She loved that he responded that way.
“It all comes down to a good night painting, then busting out my famous dance moves and being a little too close to the wall.”
Her father started to laugh, then said, “Did you call someone to take you to the ER? You did go, right?”
She let out a sigh. It was always that with him. “Dad, it’s my left hand. I drove myself.”
“But you said last night. What time?”
“I got there around midnight maybe. It wasn’t that busy, but I was finally sleeping by four this morning.”
“That’s a long time for a small island,” her father complained. “I don’t always like you living there. What if you needed serious medical attention?”
“First off, I would have been at an ER much longer in a bigger hospital,” she said. “Second of all, I was home a little after three. It just took me that long to fall asleep once the pain pills kicked in.”
They’d given her five pills for pain from the pharmacy. She didn’t really want to take them. She didn’t like anything that might hinder her creativity, but the pain and exhaustion had gotten to her and she caved.
“You should have still called someone and not been there alone. You’ve got friends. What about Avery?”
“I wasn’t waking her up for this. And she has Josie too. So it’s not like she could leave Josie to get me.”
