Sadies POV


I woke up with a lightly-snoring Harry asleep on the couch in the corner of my room. The cold morning light made everything look crisp. I got out of bed and almost crumpled when I put my weight on my feet.
"Shit." I breathed quietly, regaining balance. I tip-toed over to my closet and pulled out an outfit, putting it on quickly. I silently went to the kitchen, skipping food.
-Harry, I had to go out early this morning, sorry I wont be there when you wake up. Thanks for yesterday, though! This sounds shitty, but I don't want you to be there when I get back. I'll text you later.-
I put the note directly in the center of the island counter top, and grabbed my keys and phone, shuffling out the door. My legs burned, the bruises hidden under my pants were being rubbed and pushed and stretched and ugh. Ouch. I unlocked my car and drove to the 'Happy Happy Hopper', the little cafe on the edge of town.

"Good morning Sadie!" My usual morning waitress, Gloria walked to my table.
"Morning Gloria." I sat back in the corner chair.
"Bad night?"
"Worse." I groaned.
"Hmm. I'm sorry girly. Anything I can get you? The usual?"
"Yeah, usual, and a salad."
"Coming right up!" She smiled and patted my shoulder, not noticing my wincing. When she was out of sight I rolled the sleeve of my jacket up just a bit, and looked at the horrific sight that was my wrist. I inwardly cringed and rolled my sleeve back.
"Hey Gloria?" I called, knowing no one else was in the cafe.
"Yeah?"
"Can you bring me a bucket of ice and a few napkins?"
"Yeah, but I expect a story!"
"Deal!" She came running around the corner with a bucket, and a armload of cloth napkins.
"Here, need help?"
"Please." I took my jacket off, and the second her eyes landed on my wrist she collapsed to her knees and brought the bucket to my hand, gently placing my limb into the cold.
"Oh my god, Sadie, what happened?" She gushed, taking another look.
"I um... I got into a fight, and I slipped." Not entirely wrong.
"Oh, wow. This is pretty bad. I suggest you go to a doctor."
"Doctors are over rated." She gingerly lifted my arm out of the ice after it was numb.
"this is gonna hurt like hell's gone to a mosh pit darling." I gritted my teeth, prepping for the pain. But, holy cow. Nothing could've prepared me for that. I shouted as she wrapped a napkin around it, slowly straightening the joint.
"I'm sorry!" she repeated over and over, continuing to twist the fabric around my wrist. She tied one around my hand, preventing me fro moving it, and then one around my shoulders, keeping my whole arm pressed against my stomach. "Oh, I'm so so so sorry!" She finished, taking everything back to the kitchen and coming back out with my food.
"It's fine. Thank you so much for doing that." She nodded feverishly, eyeing the make-shift sling.
"Eat up, and I'll get the rest of the day off."
"Why?"
"You certainly can't drive, so I'm gonna drive your car, with you in it, to my doctor, who will take care of that-" She pointed to my arm. "And ask no questions. She's a good woman. Then, WE are going to your house to get you settled in. I am going to call the first person on your contacts list that can take care of you, and they are going to stay with you till your arm is healed. You are not going to protest. If you do I may just do the same thing to your throat as you did to your wrist, Savvy?" She looked me in the eye, that motherly-commanding glint was evident.
"I'm gonna die. FINE."
"Now, eat." She went back to the kitchen.

Notes

This is for Faith, the amazing, awesome, over-protective, stupid, jerk-face, butt-munch, Perfect person I get to call my most bestest friend in the world.

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