Kaz's POV.
Bree had taken everyone out to see "Nerve" and I was originally gonna go with them, but I had gotten grounded the day before for two weeks. I really had to quit bringing Spike out, but it's so easy to pick on Chase! Anyway, I was working on homework, well, trying to, math is really hard, when I had to get a drink. I got up, and walked a few steps before falling into the floor, hearing a crack and major waves of pain going through my right ankle. I sat up, tears coming down my face, as I looked to see I slipped on a dumb paper bag of all things. I started looking for my cellphone only to remember my punishment, which involved me losing my phone for awhile. Meanwhile, my ankle was getting really bad and I didn't even bother to think about the tears now as they spilled off my face and onto the floor. I was about to try and get on my bed when I heard "we're home!", from Skylar. Almost immediately I heard Oliver and Chase talking about the movie when they saw me.
"Kaz? Are you ok?" Oliver asked.
I just looked up at them as tears continued to stream down my face before they saw my ankle. Oliver ran out yelling Bree's name while Chase helped me onto my bed. Almost immediately, Bree came in holding her doctor's kit and wearing the coat.
"Kazzy?" She asked, using the nickname that Oliver only used when he was teasing me. "What happened?"
Drying my face off, I sighed and told her the embarrassing truth.
"I slipped on that bag."
Oliver picked it up and took it out of the room before coming back with the portable X-ray.
"Thanks." She smiled, but instead of reaching for the X-ray, she gently started applying pressure to different parts of my foot. Then she touched one part, making waves of pain start back out as I grimaced.
"That's where?"
I nodded as she turned on the X-ray.
"I don't see anything, Kaz."
"What does that mean?"
"We get to go to the ER." She replied with fake enthusiasm. "Chase, you are in charge. No funny business and get everyone in bed."
"Yes ma'am." He sighed as he left.
Bree slung my arm over her shoulder and I limped out the door and to the car.
*At hospital*
"Hey Kaz. Are you feeling any better?" Bree asked as she came back.
"A little. Bree, are you ok?" I asked, seeing that she was tired.
"Yeah-yawns-I'm fine. Never better." She smiled.
"Bree. I can see bags under your eyes. Get some sleep." I told her, concerned for my girlfriend.
"Kaz, what if the doctor comes back with your results?"
"Then I'll wake you up. Now sleep."
She smiled and nodded before closing her eyes and soon enough, she was quietly snoring. After twenty minutes, the doctor came in.
"Bree. Bree, wake up." I said loudly as her eyes opened.
"What's the results?" She asked.
When they started speaking in annoying medical terms that I never understood, I drowned them out till I felt someone put something on my foot and I looked to see it was a cast. That could only mean...
"Sorry Kazzy, you broke your ankle."
"I hate paper bags!" I yelled in frustration before Bree helped me up.
"Luckily you don't need crutches, just the boot." She smiled as she slung her arm around my shoulder while we walked out of the hospital.
Ok, so that wasn't the WORST hospital experience ever...at least I had Bree.

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Susz13.