"Yes! Here! Here!" Conner screamed as he got up from his chair in a hurried way

"Cris, stop. You look like a maniac..." I said standing up and grabbing his hand to stop all his sudden movements. "Yes, I'm here."

"Please come with me. Let's get a good look at that hand," He said turning around looking down at the board he had in his hands

"Okay," I sighted grabbing Cris's hand and following the doctor.

"I'm sorry for the wait. I heard there was a scandal, " the doctor said in amusement as he looked up from the board to look at us.

I looked back at Cris with a full blush all over my body, waiting for the earth to swallow me whole and forget me there.

Yet Cris looked unfaced and unembarrassed, with a cold look on his face while he crossed his hands over his chest looking at the doctor.

Shameless bastard!

Noticing that he wasn't going to say or even feel sorry for his actions I cut the silence between us by facing the good doctor.

"I'm so sorry about that...desperate times," I said smiling up at him acting as kind as I can be for the both of us.

"I know that saying. Desperate times call for desperate measures..." He said nodding his head as he looked back at Cris then at me " well no worries now. It worked. I'm Dr. Jenkins and don't worry you are in good hands."

Never knew a doctor who praises himself yet it was comforting in some weird way.

"Yes, it did," I said nodding back at him as we entered what looks like to be an office with a nurse bed in the corner of the room.

"Please sit there, " Dr. Jenkins said as he pointed at the bed "and you can sit in one of those chairs." He then turned to Cris and pointed at the two chairs that stood in front of a miny desk.

"I'm fine," Cris said dryly staying beside me, leaning on the bed.

"Well, that's okay too. I will be taking your pressure and will be listening to your heart," Dr. Jenkins said pulling the rolling chair until he was sitting in front of me, unwrapping the stethoscope from his neck. 

"Please, inhale slowly... now exhale," Dr. Jenkins said setting the metallic bell of the stethoscope on my bare chest creating goosebumps on my skin from the sudden cold.

"Could there be something wrong with her?" Cris asked with a serious and cold voice yet looking confused and worried at the same time.  

"No, everything is alright," The doctor responded shaking his head while wrapping his tool around his neck again.

"Then why are you listening to her heartbeat when you should be looking at her hand?"

Even though Cris was acting like the complete jerk he was, the doctor never appeared faced by this or even offended by the tone or the act of macho man Cris was demonstrating

"Cris, calm down. There's nothing wrong with me... except the obvious."

"Miss. Santana is right. It's just standing procedures. It's something I have to do to check that everything is alright." Dr. Jenkins said in a kind and professional manner while writing somethings down on his clipboard.

"Cris I think you should go. Go check if my mother is here" I said a little worried about the situation. Maybe all he needs is fresh air?

Something is up in that head of his. Don't know what exactly is but my guess it has to be with his mother's performance from later today.

Knowing him, he might be cursing everyone above who was hearing for putting him in that tensed up situation.

Chris has a cool and collective person, some might say his a private person around his personal life.

Not his sex life of course!

Shut up!

He was also a mama's boy and even if he tries to hide it with his hateful and macho acts, I know that to this day all he wants to do is please and get an approval from his mother.

Now lying to your mother about finally having a girlfriend, who is none other than me, his best friend's sister, might not be ideal in his mother's eyes.

Which is in some way offensive to me. I'm good at school, I try to keep my grades high. And yes, sure I don't know what I'm going to do once I'm out of high school but that's normal with students my grade. I consider myself kind and attractive. I can be ideal

But on the other hand, I'm Dylan's sister. He is his best friend and the woman who practically raised me. She knows his son, and he is one stubborn son of a biscuit.

He is also a fuck boy!

Seriously, you are not helping!

"I'm not leaving," he said looking at me with his icy blank stare, determined to stay and see me flustered.

"There's nothing wrong. Go get some fresh air, relax, and bring my mother with you" I said in a serious and final tone. 

"Fine."

Cris sighed and shook his head leaving the doctor's office with a last glance, shutting the door behind him.

"Okay, Miss. Santana. I will be asking you a couple of questions and then I will be checking your hand."  Dr. Jenkins confirmed finishing the paperwork.

"Okay"

"On the scale of one to ten, how is your pain"

"Nine almost ten"

"Have you had any symptoms of vomiting, nausea, headache, diarrhea, stomachache, fever, etc. in the last 24 hours?"

"Yes, vomiting, nausea, and headaches. It all started when I broke my hand." I asserted

"Do you have any heart conditions or other conditions like cancer, diabetes, etc?  That we have to take into consideration when prescribing any medication or prescription?"

"No"

"Do you have any allergies that we need to be alert of?"

"No"

"Do you have any smoking, alcohol, or drug abuse problems?"

As if! Miss Goody-two-shoes could never!

At times I wished I didn't have a talking-back conscious. 

Even if it was hard to not make any faces of irrigation, I maintained a calm and passive exterior.

''No"

"Are you sexually active?"

My moments with Cris pass through my mind in flashes. I know that's not sex but damn we were so close!

Oh baby, me sweet innocent baby, y...

Don't even finish that sentence.

"No, " the blush intense on my body while answering the most awkward question ever. At least for me.

It quickly was forgotten when my mother burst through the door with both of my brothers and Gros behind her throwing question after question in a muttered mess at everybody.

"Mother, please one at a time, " I said once every question she threw in the air stopped making sense.

She took in a deep breath and walked towards me, hugging me to her chest.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry I'm late. But I'm here now. How's your hand?" She said letting me go.

"Broken?" I stated yet it came out as a question.

"Does it hurt? Dylan said it wasn't anything big"

"That asshole! Of course, is something big mom"

"Truth no curs-"

"I'm not in the house mother, and Dylan is a lying brat who only wanted to please his fat-ass stomach"

"Hey! My stomach is not fat!"

"Dylan, I'm gonna have a talk with you later and Truth stop cursing we are in a public hospital"

"Miss. Santana, I'm gonna start removing the bandages. It might hurt a lot."

"Okay"

I hissed at once when he carefully lifted my hand from my thigh where it was placed. Taking the corner of the bandage and removing it, stopping every time I groan, whimper, or hissed.

Finally, out of the constricted bandages, the icy cold air conditioner kissed my skin.

Purple, blue, green, pink, and yellow stained my hand's skin

Examining the hand carefully, moving it up, down, and sideways, and in the processes earning some sobs from me.

Mom tried to comfort me by rubbing small circles on my back and gently squeezing my hand when a sob left my lips.

"It's definitely broken. See the tips of your fingers? That pink-ish color you've got? It means the blood it's passing through them as it normally does. We have to fix that quickly before it turned blue. I will be ordering an x-ray for your hand to know exactly where and how we can fix the damage."

"What if it does turn blue?" Mom asked in concern. She asked the question everyone was scared to say.

"The blue means that there's no blood coursing through them, meaning we have a certain amount of time to get the blood flow to your finger if we want to save them. But that's an 'if', a pretty big one at that. For now, the fingers have their pink color and that's the most important part"

"I might lose my fingers?" I whispered in horror.

"No, I won't let that happen, we still got time to fix your hand before that occurs" the doctor answered confidently and surely.

Everyone stayed quiet thinking about the possible horrible event that might never occur. At least I was.

It was my freaking hand!

"Thank you, doctor," Noah said breaking the silence, taking a step forward, and offering his hand. the doctor shook his hand and turned to me.

"Please come with me, Miss. Santana."

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I heard the door open. I stayed as I was laying in a hospital mattress with my eyes closed, waiting for my mother to sign the discharge papers.

I could feel his eyes on me, on my body.

"You are something else Truth, " He spoke up after what felt like an hour of only staring.

"Well... you're the creeper standing there watching me sleep" I responded, opening my eyes to look his way.

He had his hands crossed over his chest with a small smile caressing his perfectly graceful face while leaning sideways against the door.

"I mean it in a good way," He mumbled shaking his head.

"Yea, me too, " I whispered, turning my whole body towards him.

"How was that in a good way?" He pushed himself off the door,  uncrossing his arms and stuffing them in his front pockets.

"You should know, " Shrugging my shoulders, not making sense of anything but I didn't care. It was peaceful.

Cris walked to the edge of my bed, looking down at me. "Truth..."

"Yes?" I asked without taking my for his.

"Can I talk to you now?" He hesitated looking at my body on the mattress and then at the open door.

"Well I kind of took something that the doctor gave me to reduce the pain, I don't think I'm in my right mind but hell sure. When am I ever in my right mind"

"Or... I could just let you sleep until your off your medicine" he said firmly.

"No come on, lay down with me and talk to me. I'm all ears" I said moving to the other edge of the small bed, that was clearly made for only one person, and patted the little space left.

He looked cautious once he saw the extremely small space, "I'll lay down with you but you should rest. We can talk later"

Laying uncomfortably on the bed with his body completely turned to me, only inches away from my face.

"You are so uncomfortable" I whispered with what might seem a permanent smile on my face.

"Yes, definitely." He responded immediately bringing out a laugh from me.

"Lay down completely on your back," I said getting up in a sitting position on the edge so he could have the space to move.

"I might fall if I try," he said sitting up slowly making the bed move "...or it might break the bed"

"Come on do it quickly before it does!" I laughed out, enjoying his struggle.

Once he finally took more than half of the bed I laid down half of my body on him, setting my head on his chest

"Now, are you with this?" I asked waiting for his answer.

"Yes... I'm perfect"

"Good, now hold my but. It's out of the mattress and my thighs are the ones pinning my whole body to this bed."

Believe me, this wasn't an excuse for him to touch me. I will literally facepalm the floor if I stop straining with my thighs. Now him touching my ass sure is a bonus.

"Don't mind if I do" he mumbled, the cockyness dripping out of him. He placed his hand on my back lightly and traced a line all the way to my ass, grabbing it firmly and almost possessively, creating massive sparks to go everywhere on my body and settling on my private parts.

"You enjoying this way too much for your own good" I stated ignoring the pool he was building on my panties.

"Sure am," he said squeezing my ass.

"Stop, now speak" I slapped his chest feeling the sparks get bigger by his action.

"Sleep Truth, we'll talk when we finally leave this place."

"No, now I won't rest because I know you have something to tell me," I said tilting my head upwards to see his captivating icy blue eyes.

"Rest, beautiful." He whispered, kissing my forehead softly.

"Tell me, handsome," I insisted.

"Glad to know I'm attractive in your eyes, " Cris said avoiding th topic.

"You've always been attractive, babe. Don't be modest now."

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Author's Note

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year my Royalz!

Not a long chapter, I know and I'm sorry for that too. I'm also sorry for the extremely long wait.
3 months is a lot!

But I'm back! I'll try to update at least 4 times a week because you all deserve better.

Maybe every day *author whispers*
Maybe... Maybe. Let see how it goes first and how much free time I have once school starts!

Another thing! New cover for this book and every book of the Something Serie made by me!

I decided to start fresh and to do things in order! So I unpublished Something Special BOOK 2|Something Serie, Something Different BOOK 3|Something Serie, and Devil's Warrior BOOK 1| Spiritual War Trilogy.

I will first finish Something Dishonest then I will publish Something Special as it should be BUT I will also be publishing Devil's Warrior around the same time with a new cover made by ymdesign

If anyone wants to see the Something Series new covers go to my Graphic Portfolio!

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