Echoes from the Emergency Room

The nurse calls “Logan Jones?” with her squeaky voice.
I try to stand up with the one foot thats not broken. My mother helps me limp to the ER room. This hospital has an unusual scent of cleaning alchol, and brings chills to my arms. We finally make it to the room. The nurse brings her cold hands to my swollen, purple foot, to check it out. She leaves the four white walled room, and comes back to take me to get x-rays. I wobble down the hallway, to the x-ray room. We get to the brown, wooden door and the nurse opens it up.
The nurse opens up the door, and says sweetly “come sit down.”
I feel my stomach start to turn in twist as I sit. The nurse places her cold hands on my swollen foot. As she carefully places my foot on the scanner. My

Then on the computer pops up the pictures. I stare at that one picture, and see my bone broken. The doctor spoke up “as you can see here, the bone is fractured.” I look at my mom with my eyes wide open. My foot is, BROKEN. Am I going to get a cast; be in a wheel chair; get a boot, I over thought. “So since its broken, I think were going to put you in a boot.” he told me. I started to get worried, i’ve never been in a boot. The doctor left to go get the boot, and I was worried to put it on. He came back with a big black boot, and he sat down in a

“So what you do is put your foot in like a boot. These velcro staps you can tighten them.” the doctor explains, as I put my foot in the black boot. He helps me tighten the straps on the boot, so I understand it. “Does that feel good?” the doctor asks wondering about the boot. “Yes, that feels better.” I answer. I start to stand up, and it feels so different. Like i’m walking on a cloud, on only one foot. “I hope your foot gets better, come back if it gets worse.” the doctor says goodbye to both my mom and I, shaking both of our hands. “Thank you!” my mom and I say. We start to walk to the check out area.
Once we get there the lady says “it will be a $25 dollar copay.” My mom starts to get her credit card out, and pays for the appointment.
“Have a nice day.” the lady smiled big, giving back my moms credit card. We walk out through the sliding doors to the car. I open the door and the boot is lighter than I thought. I finally get into the car and plop into the seat.
My mom looks over to me and says “well now you know not to wear high heals anymore.”
I giggle and look over to her, “or maybe I should be more carefull.” I think back to the time that I fell on my heels, and how maybe I should’ve walked more carefully. Hopefully I won’t break it