15: Part 1

Yes, it was a terrible ankle sprain. And me walking after that to track down Ethan only made the sprain ten times worse.

I groaned as I stared at the beautiful chandelier hanging right on top of me in my room. It was evening and I had had my dinner before everybody else. A doctor was called to attend to me. My mom had visited me twice to ask me about how I was and I replied that I was just fine. Thank God she didn't ask me how I ended up with that ankle sprain yet.

I had already had my dinner. It was sweet of Samara to bring me my favourites for dinner and ice packs every two hours. The pain was terrible but I was able to walk by myself if I didn't put much weight on my sprained ankle. The doctor had told me to not move around much and my mom had literally ordered me to never get out of bed for this week and if it was urgent, like I need to pee or something then to call Samara to help me.

Currently I was on my bed as Samara nursed my sprained ankle with an ice p